Summer descended on Atlanta. The air is thick, close, heavy. The sun shines gloriously, deceptively beautiful enough that you believe you need to shimmy into its radiance. Until you do and the heat sucks your breath right from your lungs. The reprieve of the shade soothes, though. And when a breeze deigns to grace Atlanta, well it’s nothing short of divine. I threw open the windows of my little retreat today, flipped on the ceiling fan, and basked in the green of summer, grassy smells, gentle heat, simultaneously indoors and outdoors, wholly lulled into a kind of lazy, hypnotic serenity.

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