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Comments:
:) Nicole - 2003-06-18 21:35:07
the jangle of the ice cream truck two blocks away; the low rumbles of thunder drifting slowly by; lightening you see but can't hear; tree frogs singing in chorus; definitely slushy beer (!!); the smell of the grill and bug spray; dry skin after a long day outdoors; ice cold cherries; late, steamy dusk; heat that steals your breath as you run as quickly as possible from air conditioning to air conditioning; brain freezes
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Michael - 2003-06-19 00:05:50
Brain Freeze; the darkside of the 7-11 Vanilla Coke Slurpee
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Rob - 2003-06-19 01:01:18
The smell of honeysuckle on the air just at dusk--sweet, moist, and very alluring. (It's thick right now, just before total nightfall.)
The smell of rain before it actually starts to fall where you are.
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MQ - 2003-06-19 01:47:49
the whispering sound of the wind in the trees in central park, the gentle symphony the rain makes as it falls on the air conditioner, the popping noises that accompany those firework smells, the cheers of the crowds at yankee stadium, the chattering of songbirds instead of pigeons, the smile your face makes when a butterfly pauses on your forearm,the intense greens of the ivy crawling up the sides of some the greatest architecture, the musculature of the legs as shorts become the norm again, and all the half naked fellas skating or frisbeeing or playing catch in the park...sigh
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Dante - 2003-06-19 09:49:46
sunburned shoulders, the smell of sunscreen, getting into the wading pool with my sons and splashing their mama, sitting on the front porch after the sun goes down with a pitcher of ice cold margaritas and a few friends, making love on a wood floor in front of an open window in a summer rainstorm getting soaked by the rain, ice cream cones that melt faster than you can eat them.
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mass - 2003-06-19 10:50:38
the smell of a charcoal fire in the grill.......fresh basil growing like mad in the garden.........sitting on the front porch watching the pouring rain as thunder booms in the background.......hot beach sand between your toes.......Boston Symphony concerts on the lawn at Tanglewood.........cute shirtless biker riders passing by.........condensation dripping down the sides of a big glass of icy lemonade........
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Jennifer - 2003-06-19 11:59:35
The smell of rain as it first hits the hot ground. Rooftop parties. The lacy lightning of an electrical storm spreading across the sky. Lazing in my hammock under a big tree. The Mermaid Parade. Sitting in the shade of the grape arbor, breeze rustling through the leaves. Peaches, blueberries, and watermelon. Lightning bugs. Body surfing. My girlfriend's throat and stomach glistening with sweat. Summer reading. Grilled cherry tomatoes. Road trips. Sitting on the dock watching the sun set. Cool sea breezes. Gin and bitter lemon. Coney Island's Siren Festival and Burlesque at the Beach. Coffee granita. The crunch of a perfectly ripe, ice cold grape. Concerts in Central Park. Movies in Bryant Park. A deserted New York on Labor Day Weekend. Skinny dipping. I could go on...
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Anne - 2003-06-19 20:12:05
popping tar bubbles on the road with your big toe, watermelon seed spitting contests ,corn fest queen contest,sound of bullfrogs in the pond across the street,smell of new mown hay up in the barn with your best gal......
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Trip - 2003-06-20 02:17:49
At the risk of sounding like a pyro -- Fireflies! Fireworks! Bonfires at a beach clambake! And fiery passion in humid hotness that gets you and your partner all slick and soaks the sheets -- but then you cuddle and go to sleep in the cool dryness of the room after you've cranked up the AC! (on, and PS to Jennifer -- is there any smell better than that of summer rain?) Now, let's all sing..."The summer wind, came blowin in, from across the sea...."
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Jennifer - 2003-06-21 13:11:51
Trip: Not that I can think of at the moment, but ask me again when the house is filled with the smell of holiday baking. And good call on the bonfires. Can't believe I forgot bonfires.
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