Coming to Terms With Summer

Every day is Summer in my memories of being a child. August makes me feel desperate. I have to cling onto Summer, spend everyday trying to doing something that makes me feel like I didn't just let her slip away. August makes me sad and sentimental. I remember Summer being days in Florida and many many days swimming at the lake. Bike riding and skinned knees. I owe several of my best scars to Summer. I am afraid she is about to go away.