I love summer. It feels like freedom. Maybe part of that is because I hated school, but in the summertime, I gained independence. I could bike to the local swim club by myself. I went to camp with my friends. I kissed my first boy.
I'm on vacation and the place I'm staying at has a tiny balcony facing the parking lot. My first reaction was excitement. I could write while feeling a connection to the outside world. Who cares I get to look at parked cars? It's still nature, right?