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Remember these days.The slap of flip flops.
A dog asleep on a porch in the heat of the
day. The splash of a cannonball dive. The
impossible blue of the water. The distant
murmur of waves and voices on a beach.
Days that move with the rhythm of tides
instead of time. Wet bathing suits on the
line. The lawnmower next door. Surprise
thunderstorms that cool the panting August
afternoons. Faded tans and tees. Sprinklers
flinging rainbows into the sunlight. One
more road trip before routine rules again.
Eating outdoors on paper plates. A battered,
beloved straw hat. Leftover sand on the car
mats. This moment is real. This life is now.
Raise your glass—it’s the last recess before
the bell rings on a summer state of mind.
Cover copy by Nikki Hardin
“Summer should get a speeding ticket.” Unknown