Walking on the salt stained concrete,
thinking of warmer days.
Walking barefoot in the grass
and on the hot white sand,
stepping into lake water so cool and fresh,
our jeans rolled up to our knees.
The Adirondacks were dark green
and the air smelled of pine and sunshine,
even out in the middle of North Lake
where we lay in a drifting rowboat
holding hands.
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