There are margins in the summer, moments that can be filled with flip-flopped walks, fresh fruit breakfasts and slow second cups, shared mid-afternoon siestas, chimenea chats on a darkened patio. Under a warm sun are periods of time when laziness finds respectability, when it's easy to remember how good it feels not to be so busy that all you end up feeling is tired. In the summer there are days that don’t have to be filled at all, that end up spent in the most satisfactory ways.
JEB
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
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