When The Livin Is Easy Analysis

Adapted from “When the Livin’ is Easy” by Carolyn Kolb
Lizette Higuera P.3

Contrary to popular opinion, summer does not arrive in the middle of the year but rather at the end, capping all that has gone before it, like a line on a mammoth graph, the year courses up to a grand apex in late August, down to the doldrums of Labor Day weekend, lifting slightly upwards once again in the fall-that least well-named of seasons whose finest moments are called, of course, Indian summer. Not for us that technical summer, the one of the astronomical year that begins with the summer solstice and ends with the autumnal equinox. Ours is the familiar summer, one of tastes and smells and sights and feelings and events.

Seagulls flying over your head at the

It’s devouring all the watermelon, peaches, and strawberries you see, enjoying every single bite like it’s your last. The distinct body odor you smell but don’t care if it’s disturbing and wouldn’t do a thing about it because well, those are the perks of summer. Having the smell of burnt wood in your hair after a bonfire, roasting s'mores. We can’t forget the popsicles and slurpees we make our parents buy almost everyday. Summer is eating anything cool to refresh our poor burning bodies, barely being able to take in all the

It’s a new beginning, having more freedom and getting to go to places without an adult during summer. Going on first dates with your crush, gossiping to your friends about what happened the next day. Getting so competitive during a sport playing against your bestest friend. Finally being able to get a summer job to possible save money for a car and taking responsibilities to help you for your near future. Not able to wait for homecoming, and prom, then the most important day of your life, graduation. After graduation is like leaving out the door not knowing what’s coming ahead. Different experiences and in a blink of an eye, adulthood is