Merry-go-round a road trip

Lollipops, loop-de-loops, scooters and light sabers, sparklers and skipping. Bubbles abound amid summer sounds. Sprinklers on the hose and crystalized sweat all over us like we're churros, and we crawl under just the sheet for a few stolen minutes as we read, sweat-dried and our food settled. It's afternoon as the clouds thicken and consider whether there's enough there for rain. I hope there is so we can read longer, so we can play music or paint, but I also hope for sun so we can try out new binoculars.

Summer is this energizing time when all of the minutes can be filled. We can hang a hammock and swim until the sun bakes us into submission. The songs lope and bop, filled with horchata and new best friends with lipgloss that glints from within like that connection you feel with a friend your soul has met again and again, tumbled together repeatedly through the drum of time, colliding and recognizing each other quicker each time.

Man, that one friend you make is as exciting as any romance and the way it energizes you to see that person again, it's addictive, additive. It makes the world turn or at least the merry-go-round, spin.
And the one thing I miss this summer, is that friendship. What I wouldn't spin! To merry-go-round a road trip to see all those instant, jolting, electric friends that light my soul on fire!