Among the seasons that exist, Summers feels like a really weird seasonal change which feels both blissful and brutal to us, at the same time. Isn't it?

I mean, it's blissful for the ways in which it help grant the chances to sip onto that cold coffee by the view of a setting Sun; and brutal for the ways in which it makes us sweat so profusely, that it almost feels like melting like an ice cube every waking moment until one sits in their air conditioned bedroom, cooling themselves off.

This is the same reason why i dream of spending the rest of the summers by the beachside, somewhere far from my hometown, unfamiliar and free. Oh how i wish that could’ve been possible!

- sigh-