Actually,summer never went away...

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I still can't believe that it's winter. Someone pinch me,tell me it's almost mid january and there are 5 months left.
I have a strange summer feeling lately,that tends to become bothering eventually. I mean,I guess not the feeling is the one bothering me,but the fact that it keeps resembling an unreachable,distant time of my life.It's a very odd mix made of last summer and a summer four years ago. Now,that I think of it,they complete each other in the most unusual way. But then again,that's another story.

I feel stuck in some summer days like the guy in Groundhog's Day. But for a totally different reason. I think I do not have anything to change. Whether it's some sort of funny mechanism of self defense, or just a tiny bit of an obssesion,I don't know yet. The only fact still standing is that it's there. It's a time loop that just won't bother to leave me alone,bugging me probably until next summer.
It's funny it never happened to me before. Being stuck for such a long period of time in the same mix of memories and uncertain images and details makes me wonder what on earth happened.
I don't know what happened and why,but I have a certain hunch that I don't even want to.

For unknown reasons,I just can't stop loving summertime. Until now,I was unable to choose my favourite season. Perhaps I couldn't award summer that prize,but it's by far the season that I miss the most. At least now.
I love summer because it's quiet. It's too hot to be noisy. I like that afternoon quiet,when everything sleeps under the incredible heat and because my knees and ankles don't hurt during summer.
I love summer because of the juice comming out from a huge watermelon and because of the early sunrises. And because of my white leather shoes that I miss so.
I love summer for its peaceful nights.