June is the month for rediscovering. You’re temporarily free from any tormenting responsibilities; you realize that all you need to be happy is a glass of something tipsy and a bar of something creamy. You develop a care-free spirit because the sun is mostly always out and the air is mostly incredibly warm. Your hand is glued to a glass of rosé while discussing the intricate details of women’s rights and lost love. Your chocolate choices are rarely ever limited; you’ll settle for a simple Hershey’s kiss. The city becomes more appealing to you every day, the rosé becomes sweeter, and the friendships become stronger.
June is the month for saying, fuck it, life is pretty good sometimes.