Beach day
Sand-warmed
intimate air
drifts sunscreen, hot dogs, kelp
sun-mellowed, anticipating
fireworks
-Violet Nesdoly
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I love, love, love summer! Happy summer mornings, afternoons, and evenings to all who read here.
This poem is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted this week by Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference.
Violet Nesdoly 
I never thought about the beach as a time where one can be ‘sand-warmed’ Violet, but it’s true, as you must know. The sand, even on a rather chilly day, holds warmth. Thanks for a lovely picture!
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Thanks, Linda! Today is a perfect beach day where I live… and I wish I were there!
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love your imagery! you captured a day at the beach nicely!
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I love “sand-warmed,” too! Thanks for sharing, and wishing you a “sun-mellowed” rest of the summer.
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Thanks so much, Robyn Hood Black and Books 4 Learning.
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Maybe if I had a beach, and not just a blanket of humid heat, I’d love summer more!!
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Sorry to hear about your blanket-of-humid-heat-blues. I guess I’m so enthusiastic about summer this year because here it’s been slow in coming. But I hear you, Mary Lee. It always amazes me how small the range of temperatures is, at which the human body is comfortable. A few days in the 90s or 100s F and I’d probably change my tune.
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