First, the flavors: Rainier cherries, chocolate cupcakes from my 31st birthday party, a bottle of chilled orange wine and hot pink cosmos on the rocks, homemade oat bars sweet with strawberries handpicked by a friend, but mostly crumbs left behind — shards of Cheetos, buttery crackers, jalapeño potato chips like a mosaic on a picnic table.
Then, the smells: roses in bloom like a perfume sample from the makeup counter, smears of coconut sunscreen on my cheeks and arms and neck, a damp bathing suit haunted by the sharp scent of chlorine, the stench of old sweat across the visor of my favorite baseball cap.
And touch — god, the way my favorite linen shirt hangs loose off my body, the brittle pages of a water-damaged paperback (sorry), my softest beach towel around my shoulders after a dip in the lake, the lake itself, still a little too cold for swimming, but you get used to it, I swear.
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Next are the sights: colorful candles dripping wax at a backyard solstice party, a pillowy cloud blocking the sun, temporary shade (and relief), a dog wading in the ocean, wet tail flicking water up like confetti.
Finally, the sounds: the new Charli XCX + Lorde song on repeat in the car, volume up, windows down, my own voice loud and off key, the trill of my bicycle bell while dodging pedestrians on the bike path near my apartment, a harbor seal’s throaty bark, a seagull’s shrill caw, the thump of a volleyball hitting flexed forearms at the beach, a child's shriek when the waves lap their toes, the tall evergreen rustling outside my open bedroom window, a cool breeze lulling me to sleep. ...
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