There aren't enough picnics to satisfy my hunger for homemade lemonade and everything else that tastes of summer and sunlight and water gun fights and white dresses and fireflies. I probably spend too much free time watching films where children find themselves in those brief free months between school and responsibility, catapulted into adventures that baffle the mind and I wonder why my life doesn't mirror theirs although I'm now grown and school is a fading bruise in my memory. Each short roadtrip I take or new discovery I stumble across just adds to the need for more--every sparkler begs to spark a bonfire on the beach, built tall to be danced around like a pagan until only embers remain and star light paints everything in a silver glow. And could I fall asleep there on a bed of sand and seashells and half-realized daydreams then awake to the sea kissing my toes? No, there really can't be enough summer adventures to compare to the ones I've spun in my mind.