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This is almost fresh, something new; an entirely different feeling than what will be upon me when she departs. My world - upside down, but ecstatic now, forgetting because of the warm, humid air in the middle of the winter, a quick reminder of summer's promise. What does summer promise? It promises relief. I remember summer from long ago and how it felt to run down Centennial hill without a worry or a care in the world. It promises love. My summer of 04: perfect, spent with my lover - sunny days and too many mountain dews, popsicles even, slushies and ice cold kisses with the remainder of cherry between our tongues. It promises sunsets and pink skies, cicadas chirping, back to my child hood when the grass was greener than ever and a mud pie was pure satisfaction. So this reminder of summer on a mid-January day has turned my sad sorrow around, even if only for a short miniscule amount of time upon winters and winters through the never-ending years of my life.