If summer is pools and cloudy skies and melting ice cream and the occasional rain and sand in my shoes and sweat above my lip and a never setting sun and inflatable dolphins and rooftop movies and road trips screaming sad music on sunny days and old friends made new and finding a summer someone and sandwiches for lunch and pumping bike tires and scotch that’ll make us sweat and quitting my job and adopting a new cat and cutting my hair and watching la la land and eating sour snakes and wearing the same hat every day and yelling at a purple pink sky and watching parcels come and accepting that I’m not always a winner well then maybe I am a summer child after all.