Days are endless,
they are endless
pieces of time
that are organized 
into hours,
minutes,
seconds.
Most wake up 
in the morning,
we eat at noon,
we go to sleep
when the sky
is dark. 
We have a schedule,
for school,
for work.
But what happens 
when there is no
schedule anymore?
For a student,
what happens when 
summer arrives?
Do we manage our time,
our actions?
Do we wait 
for something
different to happen?
Or do the days become 
one day,
do the colors of each defining hour,
each defining minute,
blend?
In summer,
we don't know when it's time to sleep,
we don't know what the date is without a calendar,
we don't know what
to do
when there is nothing 
to
do. 
Each hour passes by at differing paces,
sometimes leaving you waiting and waiting,
while other times,
leaving you grasping for the time to come circling back.
I can't define summer as one thing,
because I never know what to expect.
I never know if a day will be packed,
crammed,
with things to do,
like me on a typical school night,
or if a day will just be a day,
strolling past me,
without a glance. 
So the only thing I say,
when defining summer,
is that it is the epitome of the word anything. 
Everything and nothing,
all at once.