This was the July where it got so cold that it felt like the beginning of October. (Does fall come earlier some years?)
Before dusk, we gather the flowers that haven't died and make tiny multicolored bouquets and set them on the dinner table. We grill on the patio and let the mosquitoes bite our backs and our necks and everywhere else while the sun goes down. We lay in the grass a lot and it sticks to our backs and it itches and feels wonderful at the same time. I sewed simple halter tops for myself in a funny 60's pattern with orange flowers and one with white ruffled trim and they feel good to wear because I made them and they make me happy. The days are long and lonely but the nights are sparkling and dancing. We went to the fair and watched the lights twinkle and the people screaming on the rides that go fast. One night, we drove across the bridge and I stuck my head out of the car window and watched the grey waves below me dance and fold into themselves. The sky was bright pink and I felt free.