A Farewell To Summer Nights

A Farewell To Summer

Your morning commute takes an extra fifteen minutes. Target is packed full of moms and kids. The county fair is over. All you can hear on the radio is back to school specials. You keep getting emails about your company’s Labor Day cookout. You didn’t sweat to death walking to get lunch the other day. This can all only mean one thing: summer is ending.

Not that I really care,but summer ending does somewhat suck. I won’t miss the hot weather, I won’t miss vacation traffic, and I won’t miss sweating my balls off. There is one thing that I, along with many others, will miss dearly: summer nights.

Summer nights are a true beauty. They are romanticized on TV and in movies. They are sung about in music from all genres. Summer nights are incomparable. There is no better time of day at any given time of year than a summer night. The temperature is perfect, the worries of tomorrow disappear, and people feel alive. Think of all the vibes you’ve ever experienced, think of all the memories you’ve made, think of all your nostalgia, and you’ll find summer nights in all three.

Summer nights are full of potential. A summer night can range from sipping Pinot Grigio on ice on your back porch and listening to the crickets to skinny dipping in the lake. Summer nights can be spent grilling for close friends, they can be spent at a patio bar, or maybe you can drink on a rooftop if you’re feeling really bougie. For all my fit fam, there is no better feeling than a long run or bike ride at dusk on a summer night. Think of all the night swims, the late night walks on the boardwalk, and the nights just sitting out under the stars. For me, summer nights are all about summer concerts. Nothing beats your favorite people, some cold beer, and singing along with some of your favorite artists while the sun sets in the background.

Farewell my sweet summer nights. I will miss you dearly. You always bring me such bliss and never throw any negativity my way. I will miss staying up with you all night and not caring about what comes the next day. I will miss all the amazing times you give me and my closest friends. I will miss all the late night ice cream runs with my girlfriend. I will miss all the nights I got to see my favorite artists, whether I was sitting on a lawn or standing in the front row. I will miss falling asleep with my window open while listening to a summer storm. I will miss all the bonfires. I will miss the drive-in theater. I will miss camping. It’s going to be hard living without you. It’s going to be hard leaving work in the evenings when it’s already dark outside. It’s going to be hard having to sit inside every night. It’s going to be hard not indulging on ice cream. It’s going to be hard trying to pretend everything is okay. It’s going to be hard, summer, but I promise I will see you again soon.

It’s not goodbye, it’s see you later. Soon we will be reunited. Soon I will see all the lightning bugs and breathtaking sunsets. Soon I will be outside at my favorite concerts. Soon I will be sitting on my tailgate eating ice cream. Soon I’ll be falling asleep with the windows open. Soon I’ll be sitting on a patio eating a giant steak paired with a good Merlot. Soon I’ll feel alive again.

Until then, I’ll be chilling with my side piece, fall. Football, vibrant outdoor colors, pumpkins, deer season, crisp air, hot chocolate, and all that other basic shit. Summer, I love you, but I’m about to go have a serious fling with October and then I’ll be back.

Goodbye summer nights, I’ll see you soon.

Email this to a friend


I'm just a cultured redneck that coaches hoops and loves Dale Earnhardt.

16 Comments You must log in to comment, or create an account
Show Comments

For More Photos and Content

Latest podcasts

Download Our App

Take PGP with you. Get

New Stories

Load More