May 5, 2010

No temperature

It is the best time of day and there is no temperature. The sun is just setting and it isn’t cool and isn’t warm and you can barely tell where your skin meets the air. Everything just is. It feels like it did all those evenings when we rode bicycles under Spanish moss for hours and the air smelled salty, slightly, and we talked and didn’t talk and either way was fine. We just were.

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