Yes, all too soon shorts and tee shirts become jumpers and onesies. And this year we are all faced with a new problem - there are no more ties to college for us to cling to, nothing to remind us of our wasted youth. All that we'll have left to us are our memories of this day, sitting on the couch together on our day off. Come November, we'll all want to be out on the beach again, yelling at Bennys, having our noses burnt, or getting infractions with zinc mustaches.
But the beauty of summer is that it only comes around every now and again. And that's what keeps it novel in the first place - we only get to have it for two months every year. For those two months, we're all eighteen again and can do anything. For those two months we hunt for fun, we suck all the marrow out of life. For two months, we find that we can live lifetimes, that we can be who we want to be, that we are, and always will be, young at heart.
That was only slightly gay. Yeah, I know. It's the beer talking. And it's only 1:30 in the afternoon.