Cramped—inside battened buildings crisped with steam radiators, inside buses ventilated with warm carbon monoxide, inside coats inflated to immobilize us—, we wait for this season on the wheel to come round. We step onto the shady veranda, beholding the smooth sand, and feeling the promise of a brief tryst with summer beckoning.
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ChicagoRanter says
Yes! Awesome writing, but look how empty that beach is! no summer here yet haha
Celia says
but it’s almost here–it won’t remain 67 degrees forever. . . . will it???
Myaz_Nuggetz says
Reblogged this on Myaz_Nuggetz.
Jody says
Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine! I wanna come along!
Celia says
Maybe someday I will run into you on a Chicago beach?
Jody says
Oh. YEAH! That’ll mean I’m back in my hometown. 🙂
Celia says
It would make for a great blog post, too . . . .