Jun. 18th, 2006

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The sound of the wind rustling through the trees. Which is sometimes followed with the sound of the waves of Lake Superior crashing against the shore with the smell of a campfire in the distance.

Tonight it was just my front porch, no dogs barking oddly enough, the sound of the wind rustling through the trees staring up at the sky at the big dipper. Only interrupted by the sounds and lights of cars passing by and the people next door as my neighbor was having a small gathering. The temp was right. The feel was right. I almost feel asleep on my porch. That would've been interesting. Waking up to a billion mosquito bites and odd looks from the paperboy. Welcome to suburbia.

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