This is the life. My body hanging gently suspended in the air by a finely woven hammock. The warm air has generated a thin line of sweat that caresses my shirtless chest and arms. Comfortably folded behind my head are my arms, fully relaxed and unflinching. Every muscle feels at ease, in its most relaxed state, from my head down through my neck to my pecs, enervated from not moving, like in the morning.
[...] However, the summer breeze slowly brings more than relief with it, but a reminder of what is and will be: the laborious, yet not too glorious, August. An incessant tugging at the back of my mind reminds me that this moment is falling from my grasp and into the hands of the school faculty and their evil cousins, the football coaches. The white cedar siding of our house slowly oozes green moss, which provides a backdrop for the yard. Attached to it is the patio deck. [...]
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