"This summer explodes on your tongue tasting of chewed blades of long grass..."
... your own clean sweat, Marie biscuits with butter squirting through the holes and shaken bottles of red lemonade picnicked in tree houses. It tingles on your skin with BMX wind in your face, ladybug feet up your arm; it packs every breath full of mown grass and billowing wash lines; it chimes and fountains with birdcalls, bees, leaves and football bounces and skipping-chants One! Two! Three! This summer will never end.
From "In the Woods" by Tana French. The book I am reading right now.