Let Me Take You on a Summer Stroll

Under the heat of the sun, all she ever wanted was to walk in the park where trees provided shade, falling leaves graced her path, and wind whistled sweet nothings to her ears. She can already taste the sweetness of vanilla ice cream on her tongue, completing her afternoon stroll. The flowers along the sidewalk complemented the solid green grass – brightly highlighting the golden color of summer. She hums a melody to sing in chorus with the chirping birds. Her twirls make her white strapless sundress flow, whirling in the summer breeze up her thighs. The sight of the playground ahead excites her all the more. Children take their naps at around this time, which means she can have the place all to herself. The swing, her most favorite spot, takes away all her worries. Every minute spent on it swinging back and forth instantly makes her day.

She waited for the solid white wall clock above her classroom’s blackboard to strike 4, checking it every 2 minutes in between her summer stroll daydream. The cool wind coming in from the window soothed her, painting a smile across her face. She tapped the soles of her black leather shoes on the side of her armchair, rested her chin on her left palm, and closed her eyes. The monotonous voice of her Algebra professor whirred through her ears, but she could only focus on Beirut’s Postcards from Italy playing inside her head. Her mind wandered in the park, no longer interested on deriving the value of x in the equation. She gently opened her eyes to check the time. It always feels slower when waiting for class dismissal. The clock’s hour hand steadily positions near 4, waiting as its minute hand speeds its way to 12, almost closing down the hour to 4’o clock a few seconds from now. Her heartbeat quickened and her stomach grumbled. Those butterflies could already feel the giddiness of a promised summer afternoon stroll.

Before she could return to her daydream, the bell rang. Finally! It sounded like music to her ears. Her consciousness snapped back to the classroom as she hurriedly opened her tribal-printed backpack and swooped everything inside. She then walked briskly towards the halls of the summer-illuminated campus. The boys exchanged high fives, patted each others’ backs, while the girls chuckled and tucked their hair behind their ears. Their eyes glowed as the boys glanced towards their direction. Everyone wore an indescribable smile that only a summer afternoon could bring to life. Laughter echoed. Nobody cared about time anymore.

She looked to her left then swiftly to her right, waiting for a familiar face to emerge among the crowd. To her right across the gray lockers, she fixated her gaze on a red backpack. As if through telepathy, the tall boy with the red backpack turned to her direction. They stared at each other for a few seconds, and he responded with a grin. She held her breath and skipped towards his direction. Without hesitation, she put her arms around his neck, brushing it down to his shoulders, fingers interlacing around his nape. He scooped his hands behind her waist, and gave her a sweet peck on the cheek. They marched towards the exit of the campus along with everyone else, hands intertwined. The smell of freshly cut grass outside overpowered the air. Their smiles glimmered with the sun’s rays as they stride on the campus sidewalk. Off to the park they go.

Summer break is here! And in this moment veiled with youthfulness, nothing else matters.