Blasting this song tonight while driving down the freeway with my windows open and the balmy, 88-degree night air whipping around my face certainly did not suck. Coming home to an air condition-less apartment with little to no air flow, though? Not so awesome.
We could be together baby
As long as skies are blue
You act so innocent now
But you lied so soon
When I met you in the summer
It is HOT in Los Angeles right now. Parts of the city hit 104 degrees today. Multiple wildfires are raging around in San Diego County tonight, but thus far we've been lucky, with nary a flame to be seen. I'm still not used to this whole "fire season" thing; spring in the midwest is so sopping wet that it's almost impossible to imagine anything being flammable. With how hot, dry, and windy it's been here lately, it seems like it's shaping up to be an interesting summer. Moisture would be so wonderful.
"Summer" is currently a strong contender to be one of my summer anthems. The first time I heard it on the radio, I turned my speakers all the way up and put the windows down, just like I did tonight. It makes me think of the summer romances I've had in the past - the thudding heartbeats, the subtle glances from across a campfire, the ease of falling in love under the bright blaze of the sun and the sticky night air. It makes me nostalgic, but a good nostalgic, not the toxic nostalgia that can sometimes try to drag me backwards in time even though there's nothing left there to grab onto.
I'm diggin' it.
Happy halfway point through the week, friends. You're doing great. Mucho love-o.