A breeze moved over and tightened my skin, made me chill. There was a time, on a deck at the beach, that memory-doubled that feeling...
I had been out in the sun and surf all day and my skin was heated, verging on a burn. At that moment, however, the day was sinking down. Sea water drying on my flesh, air moving my longish hair. It felt good. Warm. Then the light dipped a little bit more toward orange and violet, and a curl of wind smoothed over me. My skin tightened and goose-bumped and I shivered.
But only for a moment.
Years from that, now. In a bright May that is cooling in the shade but warming in full sun. Still hints of flowers in the air -- and the greening, all around.
On top of that, it is a Friday, too. The weekend just a few hours away. On my stereo? 3 Doors Down. Almost perfect coffee in my Outer Banks mug. I'm feeling light and alert, accelerated-but-relaxed.
Cool.
Press on the remote and it's Joan Osborne singing, "Pensacola".
May second, and the memory of a delicious tightening of the skin...
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