Summer

I'll never forget the seemingly endless summer camping trips to the lake in the Mojave Desert. We started out early in the morning, just as the sun was peeking out from the horizon, wearily yet excitedly loading up the van with our luggage and camping supplies. Once we finished, we crawled into our seats, pillows and blankets in hand, ready for the long road trip ahead of us. We napped for some time, as Dad …

…and less time for fun; we were growing up. Growing up without each other. This reality has been a shock, a shock from which we have never recovered. We rarely see each other now; as of today, it has been two full years since our last meeting. Without her, my summers seem to pass by drearily and uneventful. I long so much for those summers, so much that I wish to live in them evermore.