Summertime

It’s hot, sticky humid.

It’s twenty nine on the dial and climbing.

I can feel the sweat drops forming.

Salt stains white clouds forming.

Outside sea is foaming.

Hot breeze gives no comfort.

Salt spray finds crisp skin.

Dizzy with effort.

Muscled bodies carve through crested wave.

The joyous freedom confined only the sky.

Bright azure blue reflects of shiny grey flanks.

The breeze seems to be exalting them to go faster.

Charging, surging foamed channels rip and draw closed.

Streaking through the surface faster, harder, joy, happiness and life.

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