Summer Days

Jadon Kwan ’24

Spending the days with a friend

Hoping these moments will never end

The sights and sounds of this place I call home

Through summer days eating ice cream cones

With playful bubbles that look so illusory A book that holds a magnificent story

My dad’s perfect pasta with garlic bread

The sweetest taste of Nutella spread The warmth of my blanket in a cold summer room

The flowers on my street, as they begin to bloom the moon and the stars that reflect my destiny the ripple of water that cascades eternity

I love pastels of every hue yellow, green, and even blue An afternoon of sunny haze I love the perfect summer days