Of Summer After - Scars

We spend the first 30 days of June convincing ourselves that summer is infinite. The light feels eternal, the evenings stretch like taffy, and we make promises to the salt-wind: I will swim more. I will stay up later. I will not waste a single drop of this.

Summer friendships are intense. You share sunsets, cheap rosé, and secrets you’d never tell in the harsh light of January. But the after is quieter. The group chat slows down. Someone moved to a new city. Someone else got back with their ex and disappeared. The scar is the silence where a laugh track used to be. scars of summer after

But for now? Wear your scars like constellations. They are the only map you need. What scar did your summer leave you? Tell me in the comments. We spend the first 30 days of June