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for summer. I can taste it on my tongue, feel it tingling just under the pores of my skin. It's still cool enough for a long sleeved-shirt and jeans, but the front door is open and the moon was full and a luminous white in a pale purple sky this evening. The warmth, that hint of sweat, was tantalising.
I'm craving the hot evenings of open windows and open everything; playing 'porch music' loud enough to spill out of the house, spill out with the light and life, is good and worthy in the heat. Dancing in light cotton dresses is mandatory, sweat beading and slip-sliding down your back, making the hair cling to the back of your neck.
I'm craving the hot nights that demand wakefulness, cool showers before bed and sheets first tangled around legs, then kicked off entirely. Sash windows half-open, hoping for a breeze but bringing in the night too: cars whispering past and the crickets and the boo-book owls.
I'm craving the warm dawns that creep up on you from behind a sleepless night. Quiet activity is permissible here; the creaking of the screen door to go out and admire the rising day, the whirring of the laptop as the sun lights the room around it and your tapping fingers.
The heat rises past bearing-point and the world outside the humming air-conditioners becomes sluggish, shimmery, unreal. On-foot expeditions outside the safety of humming air-conditioners require bottles of frozen water to ensure safe return. From midday only the most fool-hardy (or most expensively air-conditioned) are venturing outside.
Then the afternoon breeze sweeps in, whispering to the trees and being welcomed in through opened doors and windows. Gradually, the light softens and goldens, and after sunset the light dims to a pale purple sky and the moon rises, a full and luminous white.
I'm craving the hot evenings of open windows and open everything; playing 'porch music' loud enough to spill out of the house, spill out with the light and life, is good and worthy in the heat. Dancing in light cotton dresses is mandatory, sweat beading and slip-sliding down your back, making the hair cling to the back of your neck.
I'm craving the hot nights that demand wakefulness, cool showers before bed and sheets first tangled around legs, then kicked off entirely. Sash windows half-open, hoping for a breeze but bringing in the night too: cars whispering past and the crickets and the boo-book owls.
I'm craving the warm dawns that creep up on you from behind a sleepless night. Quiet activity is permissible here; the creaking of the screen door to go out and admire the rising day, the whirring of the laptop as the sun lights the room around it and your tapping fingers.
The heat rises past bearing-point and the world outside the humming air-conditioners becomes sluggish, shimmery, unreal. On-foot expeditions outside the safety of humming air-conditioners require bottles of frozen water to ensure safe return. From midday only the most fool-hardy (or most expensively air-conditioned) are venturing outside.
Then the afternoon breeze sweeps in, whispering to the trees and being welcomed in through opened doors and windows. Gradually, the light softens and goldens, and after sunset the light dims to a pale purple sky and the moon rises, a full and luminous white.
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yes... you may have doubted that you knew what i meant... but i knew you did... does that make sense?
this is gorgeous... i can taste it and feel it... and as the cold loving person i am, anticipate it with a smile and purrrr...
*snuggles*
you'll have to tell me if your assignments start becoming more poetic or eloquently verbose ;)
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Thanks.
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*cuddles*
mmm bedtime for me :)
sweet dreams gorgeous ::)
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Night, darling. Sleep well. :)
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and you :)
I'm sure the assignment will be conquered by your ever impressive determination tomorrow...
just like i'll get my head around all the pointy things at work that almost make sense...
*cuddles*
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I was tempted include all the "quiet activity" that goes on during the "sleepless" nights, but this is HIGH BROW, damnit. There will be no tone lowering here!
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Too late!
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*purrrrrr*
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But I didn't want a Perth summer this year, so it's pretty impressive!!!
It's a wonderful piece :)
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*mental splurge after economics exam*
Interesting to note that today when I steped out of my exam I "fuck yes, this is what I have been looking for"
<3 Summer
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so you are the perfect specimen for Fandomedia:2006 ::grins::
Summer is a cummin.
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Exquisite writer yourself!
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I hope to hear back from you. Thanks.
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(Given that it is two years later, I am really curious how you found the post, btw *grins*)
Also, 'u can has stabbity' never, ever fails to make me grin. Icon love!