Spirit of Summer

Acrylic painting on a canvas panel. 
Spirit of Summer
By: Joy⚡️Al
She doesn’t wait for summer.
She is summer.
A woman ablaze in color,
unashamed, untamed —
head thrown back in surrender,
arms raised like a prayer of joy.
Painted in passion and pure heat,
she becomes the wind, the warmth,
the wild within every wave.
This is not just a figure.
This is freedom.
The Spirit of Summer —
caught in one breathless moment
before she melts into the sky.
“ I am the heat that lingers on your skin…
the color that runs wild when you close your eyes.
I don’t need to be touched —
because I touch everything.
The wind, the waves, your breath when you say my name.
I rise with the light,
pour through the sky,
and burn inside the things you never dared to feel.
I’m not just a season…
I’m the pulse of it.
I am the ache you smile through.
The freedom you almost surrendered to.
The spirit you tried to chase but found inside yourself.
I am summer —
and I remember every kiss
that made you feel alive.”