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The Glory of a Summer Evening
A roommate reunion.
A hamburger with lots of pickles, accompanied by a big, leafy salad. Running barefooted across the cool grass as the color of a mango sunset drains slowly from the sky. Sand on my feet from volleyball, chlorine on my skin from swimming, and a tune in my head from a sing-along on the steps. And, rain-scented wind casually gusting through the window and cooling my tired face — lightly-sunned skin a bit darker and bleached hair a little whiter. All as I contentedly fall asleep.
Oh the glory of a summer evening! I wish more of my life was made from the same material as these sweet July twilights!