It had the taste of summer, the feel of summer, the very essence of the season in every pore of its existence. I awoke to a sky so blue it set my heart on fire and set my soul free. The clouds were the kind of puffy, fluffy white clouds that summer can give birth to. They were innocent and beautiful. The weather was the kind of warm that cradles you in its motherly arms rather than the kind of warm that makes skin stick to skin and people dislike each other for no reason at all. I woke up late and was lazy in a carefree summer day sort of way. I went to lunch with friends and had greasy burgers and crispy fries and icy, bubbly soda, things you can get all year round but that somehow taste better in an air conditioned restaurant on a hot summer day. I went to the beach, rolled in the waves, blistered the soles of my feet on the fiery sand. I went to dollar stores and discount stores and dug through shelves of plastic heaven in search of blow-up floating chairs and water guns and slingshots and my lost childhood, and I found them all. At dusk, I ventured back across the night-chilled sand, out of breath from inflating a baby blue, six dollar lounge chair. I slipped into the warmth of the lake water and felt the cooling wind caressing my sunburned skin as I climbed into my lounge chair and floated into blissful oblivion, bathing in the pale moonlight under the stars of a northern Michigan night. Yes. Yesterday was summer.
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There's nothing like summer in the U.P. - it might not be brief but it is glorious!
ReplyDeleteAlas, down here among the trolls (I've been exiled from Paradise), it's just plain hot and muggy.