I love how no matter how many times I go through it, it’s always new.
Not needing a jacket to go outside.
That sweet heat smell that goes hand in hand with spring and summer.
Trees being green.
Thinking the ski season is, sadly, done forever.
Watching the beach slowly become inviting. Remembering how much I love swimming, and surfing, and flying my kite; and thinking about how it’s been practically infinite time since I last did.
It never getting dark.
God, it’s all so awesome.
A similar thing happens going into winter, too, and in either case the transition is one of my favorite parts of being alive.