Give me golden hills and chalk blue sky. Let me wake up before the alarm. Give me early morning hikes and oven-hot afternoons that settle on my chest like a napping baby. And cold beer. Give me tomatoes - eaten warm and dirty, straight off the vine. Give me library books, and the porch, and time. Give me the half-heard and incomprehensible treatises of bored, chlorine-scented teenagers. Give me watermelon and bonfires and driving with the windows down.
Give me light and heat.