Time for Summer

The sun glistened upon the beautiful landscape of Antalya, the Mediterranean Sea shimmering under the sun's tentative rays, the sand on the beaches sparkling here and there, and, finally, the first customers of the year, the hotel owners, the bellboys, spilling out onto the streets and beaches, ready, ready for some hot weather, ready for a big bowl of summer.

The trees are now not bare, not frozen solid from the harsh winter, but are embellished with leaves of green and flowers of all colors.

These are the times in which we need to turn on the AC.

These are the times in which we walk on the other side of the street to walk in the shadows of the cumbersome buildings.

These are the times in which we don't carry the burden of coats, scarfs, hats, and heavy boots.

One whole year has passed since the apple tree in our backyard last blossomed. One year of fun, stress, sadness, one year which only remains in our minds as memories, memories, memories, otherwise completely disappeared, gone with the wind. Now we have another spring, another start at the best times to go to school, to go outside, to take a walk, another chance to do things differently this time. A new season, a new beginning.

The time of ice cream, the time of sitting on the grass under the sun, the time of late sunsets, the time of beautiful fruits, the time of sand, sea, sun and everything good, the time for relaxing, being happy, and simply enjoying life to its fullest has come; the time for summer finally arrived.