The first day of summer arrives. It was a sticky morning and my hair swelled with the humidity. I hate that humidity. The day passes in a blur - under office lights and with many cups of caffiene. In the evening I play beach volleyball. The sand swallows my feet. The satisfied sun throws a glare into my eyes. The sky shifts from blue to grey. And the first day of summer is gone. At least I got to play.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Summer
The first day of summer arrives. It was a sticky morning and my hair swelled with the humidity. I hate that humidity. The day passes in a blur - under office lights and with many cups of caffiene. In the evening I play beach volleyball. The sand swallows my feet. The satisfied sun throws a glare into my eyes. The sky shifts from blue to grey. And the first day of summer is gone. At least I got to play.
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