Summer is finally descending upon my limbs, and skin, and cells: the sweat beading between the fine hairs on my arms, and an unquenchable thirst just behind my tongue.
I scraped against the grass today in a field that smelled of smoking barbecue, and dusty ground. Pitching myself endlessly against the sky, I played frisbee for the first time since I was a very small girl.
I loved it. And did not realize how much I missed the sun.
Posted by Olga at May 31, 2004 06:54 PM