Set in summer and you can really feel the popsicles melting as you hold them. About feeling grown up, falling in love, and the boredom of summer vacation
“Can we still fall in love this summer?”
I want to be given a Summer to remember. A Sufjan Stevens Summer. Where we can live the poetry we cannot write. Where the scent of summer lingers: the ocean and orchards in the air, windows flung wide open, ice-cream cones on pavements, salty hair and warm kisses from the sun. Soft and sensual—that’s all.
Give me an everyday object that looks like a critter any day of the week. We don’t have art deco intricacy but we do have telephone booths shaped like dolphins!
