July 4, 2016
3pm
90 degrees
Fenno
It is hot. Dry. Some winds with the promise of bringing the smile back this evening.
I hear wind rustling through the tree. A lawn mower next door. Birds chattering. Cars speeding past.
I don't smell bbqs yet. No smoke yet. I smell dry earth & grass. Dry %& hot.
Today is the Fourth of July. I made macaroni salad like every year, but today is not like the other years. This year she is gone.
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