My sweet July,
I knew you would be wonderful. Your approach was a much-welcome rainstorm. I felt you before you were here, and when you arrived, I found relief and invigoration.
Thank you for spontaneous community, questionable decisions, naked swims, chats on the deck, cold beer and bare feet. Thank you for prying my energy open. Thank you for spreading your warmth to those around me.
Your name has become a mantra.