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Summer days in Chico are always hot, but today is the kind of hot that feels like summer is supposed to, like you're sort of melding into the sun, but gently. It's absolutely perfect day off weather. Brandi and I hike down sand and gravel trails to a spot in the creek behind the golf course, underneath some power lines. The sky is that perfect blue you only see far away from smog and suburbia. Leaves and cottonwood motes drift on the water, red dragonflies and blue finches chase each other through the air, birdsong and laughter from other swimmers spaced along the creek float with the sunshine.
The water is the perfect shady cool. Minnows and baby water skippers dart around our legs. Cars drive by somewhere, a distant whisper reminding us that there's nothing that we have to do and nowhere that we have to go.
Drying off on the shore, an ant crawls over my knee. I let it. It's not hurting anyone.
We get pleasantly stoned on shitty old weed, high enough to where the shapes of society and culture go lose at the edges so we can pick them apart and rearrange them in meandering conversation that fades from time to time into companionable silence or little fits of giggles.
We're soaking up Chico summer as only Chico locals can, and everything is blue and green and gold. To be alive and experiencing this moment is a tall glass of water reminder that life is sweet, and you don't need much to taste it.
The water is the perfect shady cool. Minnows and baby water skippers dart around our legs. Cars drive by somewhere, a distant whisper reminding us that there's nothing that we have to do and nowhere that we have to go.
Drying off on the shore, an ant crawls over my knee. I let it. It's not hurting anyone.
We get pleasantly stoned on shitty old weed, high enough to where the shapes of society and culture go lose at the edges so we can pick them apart and rearrange them in meandering conversation that fades from time to time into companionable silence or little fits of giggles.
We're soaking up Chico summer as only Chico locals can, and everything is blue and green and gold. To be alive and experiencing this moment is a tall glass of water reminder that life is sweet, and you don't need much to taste it.