6.25.25 // Onset of Summer

The onset of summer feels like freedom.
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It’s the taste of salt in the early-morning breeze, billowing up from the bay.
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It’s the smell of dew-soaked meadow grass, its sweetness deepening as the sun warms the afternoon.
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It’s the sight of wildflowers splashing yellows and pinks across the high alpine—blooming for no one but themselves, simply because they can.
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It’s the touch of dirt beneath my feet, dust rising to my ankles like a temporary trail tattoo.
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It’s the rushing sound of alpine melt feeding rivers and streams—sometimes crystal clear, sometimes milky with glacial silt.
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Summer arrives as a tease to the senses, a pulse of aliveness: inviting us to bloom like the flowers, dance on the salty air, adorn ourselves in whatever feels true, and flow like glacial water beneath unfiltered light.