the smell of summerMature

The smell of summer has saturated the air tonight.  We opened all the windows hoping to air out the stink of too much hibernation, but there’s still sleep wedged in the corners of our eyes and wrinkle patterns embedded into our skin.  I feel quieted on nights like this; with the faint breeze fluttering through the curtains and the honey gold light of sunset pouring into the kitchen.

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