Desperately Seeking Summer!

I want cook-outs and ultimate frisbee games.I want to sit for hours at a sidewalk cafe drinking wine and chain smoking. I want central park picnics, and long waks along the railroad tracks. I want a bench by the lake and a tire swing.I want long drives with the windows down.I want a whole lotta bluegrass on a hot summer night.
I want to sit on a screetcing porch swing, clumsily strum my guitar and remember the backroads of Carolina. I want to take your picture as your lean against an old sycamore starring at a moonlit path. I want to sit in silence on the hood of my car and listen to secada's argue in the distance and feel the humid breeze circling my body - a moment when I no longer feel the weight of deep nostalgia.