Friday, July 22, 2011

Last night was perfect.

From the SuperSoaker to relieve softball heat, to the ever-growing number of fans and friends nearby, to arriving en masse at the pool. Departing in various stages of undress and soaked clothing and intoxication, to kill time before the pool is available again. From climbing in over the fence with the aid of friends to climbing out under the direction of officers and with hundreds of dives and plunges and kisses and new friends and old friends in between.

To ciders and holding hands and bike riding like little bandits home to listen to Fleetwood Mac, I just want to lay here and feel so light forever.

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