Perfect Summer Heat

I'm really excited for summer. I love that feeling when it's getting dark out and you're hanging with your friends and you decide to go for a walk in the summer heat. Everything's kind of sticky. You're kind of sticky, your friends are kind of sticky; we're all sweating a bit and everyone sort of smells. But not too much, just enough to be vaguely noticeable and not quite offensive. It's a good kind of smell because it's real, and no one cares anymore because it's so damn humid and hot you can't do anything about it. I love that feeling when you're walking along and you push back your hair, and it's a little wet and a breeze comes along and cools your face and it feels like the best thing in the world. And you're just walking down the street with your friends, not really going anywhere that's an important destination (the Holden Honeyfarms perhaps?) because the destination doesn't really matter much. You're walking just to walk. And you're just singing and walking (and sometimes racing) with your friends. Perfect summer heat.
That's what summer is to me.