it�s sad to me that summer is coming to an end and the beauties of it are only now becoming clear. why are we so convinced that thrill is equated only to alcohol and drugs? it�s glorious to float on my back and look up at the stars, voices hollow around me, thoughts happy inside of me. it�s glorious simply to be, and to be alive in the moment.

here�s to a good senior year, one full of star-bathing and swimming at night until the snows take hold, and one full of warmth, both inside and out: the warmth of a hot cup of coffee, the warmth of s�mores on an open fire, the warmth of friendship.

this year will be grand, I can tell.

I know what you mean!
My friends and I recently had a S'mores Day, where we just went to a guy's back yard, had a giant bonfire, roasted some s'mores, and generally enjoyed ourselves. The weather was beautiful, the music was in the background, and there weren't quite enough chairs to go around. Hilarity ensued.
» middaymoon on 2009-08-16 12:00:58

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