Summer in rural Florida is hot and humid, languid and long. Sipping coffee under a blanket of stars in the early dark hours of the morning, listening to crickets and watching bats sweep around the palm trees. Dawn water skiing on the lake. Afternoons reading on the back porch listening to the breeze in the palms and the gentle whirring of the ceiling fans. The soft smell of the humid air as it blows across the waters of the creek and canals. Quiet evenings watching a few hours of TV. Summer in rural Florida is the stuff of daydreams and fantasies. There is a feeling of being suspended outside of time.
This week we skied five times. We have skied hard each day, coming home with muscles exhausted and trembling, but feeling exhilarated and content.
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