This summer, I hope you found rocks to hop on, and somebody to hop with. I hope there was a great clear pool, full of tiny bubbles to dip your toes in-- but only to dip, because for all you knew it could have been bottomless. I do hope you found some natural mystery, and left it that way, even if you could've solved it, if you engineered something clever enough.
I hope you found a nice place to sit this summer. That's important, too. I hope it was warm, and if it was too warm, I hope you remembered to appreciate it. I hope you soaked in something, like some sunshine or muddy river or weedy lake. For goodness' sakes, I hope you at least did that.
If you were lucky, your hair might have started turning gold again for the first time in years, and I hope that it did, and that your sister once referred to the color as "Swamp-Bottom Brown". I hope you remembered to take a picture of what you look like now, at the end of the summer, as tan and gold-flecked as you get, so that I can see it sometime in the wintertime, when the sand you kicked up these past few months has settled.
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