Regina and Alex, Summer in Philly, July 2009It feels like in the dead of winter a warm summer breeze is something impossible to ever feel again. Eyes scan the horizon-- nothing, the low marsh-- like quiet flashing thoughts, feeling the buzz of evolutionary adaptations to the bitters of frozen life. Shiver!
Planets turn and orbit as time moves forward-- Gulf winds prevail-- restoring warmth as life's little nudge to jump into cold water and enjoy all over again.
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