Our neighbors have two tween girls, who are on school break now.
Though our houses have a good distance between them, I can hear the girls play the radio on these hot summer days. I don't mind it a bit. I think they must be sunbathing on their walled patio. From time to time, I hear their happy voices in counterpoint to the pop songs and boomingly enthusiastic DJs.
I remember that time, spent mostly at the neighborhood pool. We slathered on tanning oils and watched the older girls, relaying to each other the stories we'd heard of who those girls were tanning for. We had this pervasive sense of preparation. That if we groomed ourselves enough our lives would begin and all the excitement bubbling inside of us would have somewhere to go.
The days then lasted forever, though summer was always over before we knew it.
Some of that feeling returns to me, hearing the neighbor girls' radio. I sit at my desk, reviewing comments on EPA's proposed Geologic Sequestration Rule and time stretches out, becomes languid. Hot summer air pours in the window.
Happiness can be such a simple thing.
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