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Voice of Summer

But I can see you-
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your
Sunglasses on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you
Will still be strong after the boys of
Summer have gone

- Don Henley


It was summertime. And if I want to be all poetic here, I could tell you that it was in the middle of July, but it wasn't. It was June. It must of been a blessed day because the clouds covered the sky and for the first time in a long time, rain was threatening to fall upon us. And I could see you --- standing on the edge of the street and leaning against the hood of my car, your curly, blond hair brushing against the wind. It must of been something in the air that took you back to the yesteryears of your youth, and as I stood on the door frame, I wondered who did you see, whose voice were you listening to, which memory came to you first. I didn't want to disturb that.

Yet, you opened your eyes, turned to me, and smiled as you turned back to the wind, your eyes closed once again.

"Come and smell the sea breeze," you said.

The sea. Oh, mom! You left your heart and soul in the sea, I thought to myself as I opened the car's door and placed my school bag inside.

It was summertime. And if I want to be all poetic here, I could tell you that the sea breeze was blowing through our hair that afternoon. But the truth is that we live in the middle of the desert... and the closest thing to the sea is the painting that hangs on my mom's bedroom wall.

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