If you can love someone in the winter, you should go for it. You should lose yourself, you should cut a spider's web with your pinky finger and dangle above the earth like a marionette. You should be a part of a band that sounds like summer exclusively. You should send your resume and cover letter, you should walk 2,594 steps into the sun. Summer should be renamed Sunmore, because well, duh.

Those dreamy days off, money can't buy those. Money can buy a car but not the feeling that today is the best day to walk miles out of your way. I am the wet bradford pear blooms on the window today. I wrote to a stranger about all my hopes and dreams.

I am your favorite pop song on the radio today. I'm going to have a pretty good life or whatever.