28 Summers

by Elin Hilderbrand

The anticipation is ecstasy. It’s a perfectly ripe strawberry dipped in melted milk chocolate; it’s a roaring fire on a snowy night; it’s a double rainbow; the green-glass barrel of a wave; the first sip of ice-cold champagne.

“And the worst thing about being young is not being able to appreciate that you’re young because you aren’t old enough to know any better.”