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threeplusfire) wrote2003-05-31 04:22 pm
threeplusfire) wrote2003-05-31 04:22 pm
the heat soaks into my bones
Summer exists regardless of the calendar date. It is when it's in the 90s, and the pool beckons, and I take along Edith Wharton, Tolstoy, Lermontov, James, or some other such brilliant work from centuries and decades not my own. I read beside the pool until the heat makes my eyes blink, and then I slide into the water, duck my head, float in circles. This is good, this is happy.
I think this time out of the house is what I've been missing lately, and perhaps why I've been so cranky and insane. Not enough sunshine. I know full well that I need it in certain doses, or I start to lose a bit of sanity. I am a creature of the earth I suppose. Perhaps a plant.
The wizard likes the heat, like a snake or a tiger. We laze around, content.
I drove the long way, to buy blackberries and lemonade and frozen pizza. This is summer. I remember the year I lived on Otis Spunkmeyer muffins, ramen noodles and frozen yogurt blended with fruit. It is happy to think of that part of it all.
Called Kevin from the pool but he was out. I missed him, watching a group of my neighbors play volleyball in the water, all tanned skin and black tattoos and girls in bikinis and men in sunglasses. There was music, the radio playing old Phil Collins and random rock music that I sing along to when I'm driving. A few kids running around, and a pair of guys wrestling in the pool, the ice chest full of drinks and a volleyball floating in the water.
My skin has already changed colors from the hour spent outside. I am a chameleon.
You know you're commited to smoking when you buy cartons.
100 degrees outside, and I don't mind really. The water reflects the color of the sky, and the red clay tiles burn my feet, and there is simple joy in being thirsty when you have iced lemonade close at hand.
There's a party later, and I will take the good vodka, and make toasts to my friends. We will run around in Sam's yard, with the christmas lights strung up and swirl like moths.
It's summer. I am glad.
I think this time out of the house is what I've been missing lately, and perhaps why I've been so cranky and insane. Not enough sunshine. I know full well that I need it in certain doses, or I start to lose a bit of sanity. I am a creature of the earth I suppose. Perhaps a plant.
The wizard likes the heat, like a snake or a tiger. We laze around, content.
I drove the long way, to buy blackberries and lemonade and frozen pizza. This is summer. I remember the year I lived on Otis Spunkmeyer muffins, ramen noodles and frozen yogurt blended with fruit. It is happy to think of that part of it all.
Called Kevin from the pool but he was out. I missed him, watching a group of my neighbors play volleyball in the water, all tanned skin and black tattoos and girls in bikinis and men in sunglasses. There was music, the radio playing old Phil Collins and random rock music that I sing along to when I'm driving. A few kids running around, and a pair of guys wrestling in the pool, the ice chest full of drinks and a volleyball floating in the water.
My skin has already changed colors from the hour spent outside. I am a chameleon.
You know you're commited to smoking when you buy cartons.
100 degrees outside, and I don't mind really. The water reflects the color of the sky, and the red clay tiles burn my feet, and there is simple joy in being thirsty when you have iced lemonade close at hand.
There's a party later, and I will take the good vodka, and make toasts to my friends. We will run around in Sam's yard, with the christmas lights strung up and swirl like moths.
It's summer. I am glad.
This is why I suggest you to people.
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I had some strange feeling of joy when I read my friends list and saw that this post was the last one on the page, and I could read it again.
*goes and sits in the sun*
~KMK
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