April 11th, 2008 and it's 81 degrees.
As I walk from a comfortably air conditioned classroom to my dorm I can feel it.
The dry air surrounds me and the smell of drying wild grasses is in the air. The sun soaks into the back of my black shirt.
Suddenly a coolish breeze unexpectedly leaps past me, providing a reprieve from the sun's heat, and I smile.
I'm taken back to waterfall hikes and kayaking on the lake. The weightlessness of jumping into the river from twenty feet above. The first headlong dive into a shaded pool...
Summer, being the seductress that she is, knows just how to entice me, and indeed the game has begun.
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Nice poetry style writing. I like it. Our pond is drying up, does that count at summer time?
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Sean, that totally counts... I don't feel bad for you though... You have the whole freaking Pacific Ocean 10 minutes from you house...
I so know what you mean. Jim and I tried windsurfing last week because we were feeling the same thing but whiskeytown quickly reminded us that she is not here!!! Good write though.
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