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Wisps of smoke are being tug of warred between my two open windows. (The drivers side is going to win. It always does.) That beautiful black and mild smell, the olfactory manifestation of contentment, keeps me company for as long as I like. Herein lies the beauty of a six inch long tobacco product. My jeans are cuffed and my feet are bare; all the better to feel the multitude of textures that inhabit this summer landscape. Light and heat, inextricably intertwined, cover every inch of the scene, bringing with them a fervent exuberance that cannot be denied.

Dear Summer,
         Please return as quickly as possible.
                                                  your friend,
                                                                    Allen J. Watts