The pond
I was looking for a blip that could remind me of summer. July, being the coldest in memory, is constantly trying out different weather types, often several at once and none of them feels like proper summer to me. Rebelliously I did my walk to the pond, in the strong, chilly wind, dressed in my short sleeved linen shirt and saw this motif through the branches of a pine tree. That will do! Ha!
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