Holy Hell

Your skin smells like heat and sunscreen, you're packing away the leftover treats from the day (how did sand get in here? oh, I hate to toss this away. should fruit be sweating like that?). You start to feel the sun tinting you while your skin sticks to the beat-up leather interior of the car (god I wish this AC worked), you count new freckles on your knees at traffic lights.
At times, you forget that it's almost winter. At times, you forget that it's almost autumn. Go for little walks, collect the seashells, and watch the sunset fill the sky with its pale blues and golds. At some point, remember the way the breeze felt in your hair, and brush your teeth with your tongue.