Olaf said it best, "A drink in my hand, My snow up against the burning sand, Prob’ly getting gorgeously tanned, In summer." In addition to that is the warm body and affection from the person next to you. I took a walk on the beach, spotted this couple and couldn't resist the urge to take a pic of them. There were other couples, but my cover would've been blown if I got any closer to em'. Anyways, these two were enjoying the beating sun and soft sand, all on a small red cooler, which they generously shared. This, to me, shows the lust and beginning of summer love.
The summer doesn't only bring on tanned body's and booze, but it's an aphrodisiac for new couples. If the beginning of their relationship wasn't enough, they now have the freedoms of cash flow and adventure. Almost nothing could dampen their spirits. Living in a beach town, it's a thrill to see this, apparent, undying love. The greatest form of expression, I've noticed, is hand-holding.
I believe that it is customary, when holding hands, to split apart or move to one side of the sidewalk when there are oncoming people. Due to their burning sensation for each others affection, this custom is obliterated, thrown out the window and forgotten. The couple has taken temporary ownership of the cement beneath their feet, and you, as the roadblock, is stuck with the binary to either take a step onto the traffic filled street or take cover by the next immediate object closest to the curb.
Not to discredit you, new couple, but what the fuck? Us single, loner people, deserve a right to walk and soak in as much of your love as we can. Unlike you, we need the recognition. So, on your next outing, remember us hermits and vamoose, split, get outta here! This sidewalk is for all of us, and we matter too.