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I feel like I'm standing on the edge of something huge ... summer, travel, some unknown exciting thing ... like a vast open space full of warm air that smells like berries and peaches. Sure, it's only early spring, yet, but I can feel summer in the cool morning air. Tension about to break, layers ready to be shed. It's not like when we were young and had whole empty lazy summers ahead, but that feeling of infinite possibilty and fleeting moments that must be clung to at all cost, that dank summer night feeling, that's still coming and it doesn't care if I still have to get up and go to work every morning. I tasted it hanging around my face this morning.