Some beach somewhere, there’s a big umbrella casting shade over an empty chair. Palm trees are growing, warm breezes blowing. I picture myself there, some beach somewhere.
So here’s to all those summer nights when my feet hit the sand and the waves break my fall and all my friends around me out number the stars.
Here’s to the nights where the sand is your seat, the waves kiss your feet, your friends outnumber the stars, and even the chilliest of nights are still warmer than the cold one in your hand.
Summer love. Midnight kisses. Shooting stars. Secret wishes.