My Favourite Season Summer «ESSENTIAL»

And then, the fireflies.

Late afternoon was for the hammock. The world slowed down. The sun stopped being a tyrant and became a benevolent king, painting everything gold. I’d lie in the swaying shade, a book resting on my chest, the words sometimes blurring as my eyelids drooped. The only sounds were the lazy thwap of a fly against the screen door and my mom humming along to an oldies station from the kitchen. my favourite season summer

One summer in particular stands out in my mind. I was 16, and my friends and I had decided to take a road trip to a music festival in a nearby city. We'd been planning it for months, and the excitement was building up inside us like a pressure cooker. We packed up our car with snacks, maps, and a cooler full of drinks, and set off early on a sunny morning. The music festival was a blast – we danced the day away to our favourite bands, and even discovered some new ones. As we drove back home that night, the sun setting over the hills, we all agreed that it was one of the best summers of our lives. And then, the fireflies

It is the peak time for holidays, beach trips, and exploring new terrains without the logistical hurdles of snow or heavy rain. The sun stopped being a tyrant and became