My Favourite Season Summer May 2026

Around nine o’clock, the air grew heavy. The crickets stopped chirping. A hush fell over the neighborhood. Then, a flicker of light behind the hills, too brief to be lightning, more like a camera flash from God. Sam would look at me, eyes wide. We’d grab our skateboards and race to the highest point of the street—the old fire road.

And then, the fireflies.

But lying in bed that night, the window open, listening to the drip-drip-drip from the gutters, I didn’t think about the end. I just pulled the cool, damp sheet over my legs, felt the tired, happy ache in my bones, and smiled. my favourite season summer

School was a whole different life. This was the real one. And it was just beginning. Around nine o’clock, the air grew heavy