Blogging Against My Will
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I love the way the sun slants the shadows in the evening. And the golden rays are warm. And the air is cool. And the clouds are grey and glowering. But happily. As if they know that they are loud, but loved. I love the first drops of rain that fall before the rest. They are the pathway for the sprinkles that come after, and they unleash the earth smell that only rain can make. I love the green of early summer grass. It is better than any color of any other time. It just is green. Like you never understood what true green really was until you saw that lawn of early summer spread out before you both brazen and shy at the same time. Saying, you may look at me if you like. I am the fresh green grass that comes out when no one expects it. And I am beautiful. Oh, and the trees! I love the trees of summer. They are fat and full and proud. If they were ever not healthy before, they are now. As if they dare not be sick when all their brothers and sisters put out their best and are. Their shade is the most glorious and perplexing coolness that you can ever know. I love the water. How it sparkles with the sun, not just because of it. We notice water more in the summer. How it drains away. How it stays. How it looks. Especially how it looks! What is more lookable than a lake of shining water during the heat of a summer day when you know that you will join it soon. Splashing and swimming under the sun in the thing that refreshes you as well as lets you live. I love June. For that is the time when the roses bloom out and show the world what it's been missing. We are the most beloved, they say, because we are the wild rose of summer, and we bring you the scent of our souls, and of heaven.
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