Nobody gets unlimited summers. Count yours and you’ll start spending them differently.

Scarcity in the abstract moves nobody, but a number does. Told that life is short, you nod and keep scrolling. Told that you can count the ones you have left, and the much smaller number where your friends still live in this town, something shifts. Counting turns a vague feeling into a quantity you can spend on purpose.

Do the count for whatever unit means the most to you: summers, holidays, seasons with this team. Then plan one specific thing for the current one and put it on a date. Not a big trip necessarily, just something you would remember afterward.