I got a taste of summer.

And it sent me reeling. Many of my best memories are of summer. Many of my favorite people only exist inside those memories anymore. Many of the times where I felt most like I was a better version of myself only exist there. It's a sort of sacred place, summer.

I got a taste of summer and every summer past came crashing back to mind along with every hope of who I will become.

But then it left.

And now, I have lot to think about

--but not very much time.