Summer is made up of three months, according to most of the world’s youth: June, July, and August. June was sub-par in my book. It came and went with perpetual grey clouds that never seemed to move. Except for when the Super Moon showered Earth with it’s orange glow.
Back to the list: after June is July. I have high hopes for my favorite month of the year. The sky will be clear 24/7 except for occasional sprinkles (that will hopefully keep my mothers vegetable garden from wilting into a sad, brown existence) and, hopefully, my schedule will follow suit. With my lack of plans, and the hopeful lack of bad weather, I get the notion that July will be PARADISE.
Paradise will be this month’s theme, and rightfully so. Ice cream store, tacky tourist shops, and firework warehouses all across America officially open for business in hopes that the ‘Merican hunger for some sort of utopia is softened by consumption.
Let us know that your utopia is, whether it be in movies, music, clothing, art, and writing done by you or others. Submit your paradise to firstname.lastname@example.org!
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