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| special moment |
As Apache broke into a run on the dirt road, I urged Indy to do the same. The stampede strings on my hat sawed against my neck as he took the lead, hooves pounding in perfect rhythm.
As the dirt turned to gravel, Shelby and I straightened up to slow our horses. I plopped my hat back on, shadowing the huge, silly grin that had spread across my face.
What am I going to do when summer is over? I wondered. What am I going to do when I have to actually think about things and solve problems? Math problems?
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| l-r: pheona, demetria, guinivere, me (gisella) |
"What shall we crash next?" Pheona asked the rest of us, leading the way across the parking lot.
"County Market," I replied. "They have candy. Although we might already have enough at Guinivere's."
The rest of the party agreed, and in we went.
Guinivere got snagged by the bridal magazines, and so we settled down on the floor of the supermarket, oblivious to passing stares, and "oohed" and "aahed" with great pleasure.
I looked around at my three best friends (I have more than three, but these three all go together) and smiled with anticipation for our long weekend ahead. I don't ever want this to end. We can't go another year without doing this again. We just can't! What will I do when summer's over?
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| kaylee and anna running tandem |
As I galloped over fields during the benefit trail ride...
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| lovely |
As I gathered sea glass with my brothers at Duluth...
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| unedited! |
As I plucked the first strawberry from our garden...
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| the brothers being very supportive of me in my old age |
As I turned sixteen...
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| war and peace |
And as I lounged in the hammock, reading - sometimes ignoring the background noise - I would think to myself, What will I do when the summer's over?
The answer? I'll start school. And I'll realize that life is not over. I'll still ride, I'll still read, I'll still enjoy the simple pleasures of life. And added to those pleasures will be the crisp pages of my textbooks and my new black moccasin school shoes. When I start PSEO classes on the 22nd (that's in three days, in case you didn't know), I'll get to exercise my naiveté.
I'll also get to smell my newly sharpened pencils. I've always thought they smelled like brown sugar. Your thoughts?
In short, summer is over, but life is not. Not by a long shot.
5 comments:
Sigh.
Wasn't summer great? Love the photos...espec #2! ;)
Two days until schoolll!! *screams joyously/in agony* Can't wait to compare notes. =)
Missing you!
~M
I was dismayed when I had to go back to school on Wednesday, but it actually wasn't so bad. The main thing for me is having enough time to still be able to write and do the things I like to do, and hopefully that'll work out.
Have a good school year! I guess I've only ever thought fresh pencils smell like sawdust...how unimaginative of me.
School is fun...in it's own not-fun way ;) I'll miss summer, but can't wait for winter. I'll actually see snow O.O I know that's not so big for you, but for me it is :)
Summer is awesome, but like you said, life will not some to a stop. Although, sometimes I think it may, if I ever have to start school again.
Just saw your 'announcements' and the Rodney Atkins thing :) He's my favorite artist, along with Billy Currington, Lee Brice, Blake Shelton and..well...a lot :P We love country in my family. Along with John Mayer and Adam Levine (Maroon5) Sorry, but John Mayer and Adam Levine have awesome voices. And John Mayer is ridiculous on a guitar...
~Aila
Summer can't be over! We're just now getting ripe tomatoes.
these pictures are hilarious :) LOVE LOVE LOVE.
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