Blinding white, lighting the world brilliantly, making shadows
that stand short and dark against their caster. Heat
so pure and powerful that it wont leave your mind even after being in an air-conditioned store for half an hour. Beautiful people touching
all around you, each of their smiles proof of some bliss
ful happiness. Scents of suburbia
that carry so well on the humid
air, freshly cut grass intermingled with exhaust and the unmistakable chlorine of a swimming pool
empty college towns. Creepy as hell at first, with barren streets and all of the kids gone home. It's not really emptiness, though, just a different (quiet!) kind of activity. Townies are just as interesting to people watch as the kids were, and so very different.
the fine line between relaxation and ennui. Easily crossed by anyone who isn't keeping themselves occupied. Freedom becomes boredom.
dancing. In some farmer's field under a full moon, surrounded by everything that's good about human nature. The sun's been down for six hours and it's a comfortable seventy-five degrees. You dance until your feet hurt. You dance until your legs are caked up to the knee with brown field dust. You dance until the turns grey-blue over the treeline and they turn off the lights. The last DJ's set goes thirty minutes more, and you can see the sun peeking over the trees, and everybody knows it's time to go home.
thirst. Physical; your body shouting at you to drink something, anything, or you'll pass out on the sidewalk and those circling birds will land. Mental; the end of school means the end of learning, until inactivity becomes unbearable and you seek out new knowledge. Spiritual; you've been stagnant through the winter months, it's time for some change, its time to reinvent yourself again.
blackberries. Picked from trees here and there on my walk. Underripe, tasting tart and strange. Ripe, sweet, wholesome and delicious, warm from the midday sun. Overripe, tasting like wine and staining my fingers dark.