Shade and Shake
Shade and Shake

Shade and Shake

Shade

Even though it is early morning, the wind blows a fierce heat through the trees, and dry leaves rattle on thin branches.  We keep to the shady paths, the dogs detouring to the ponds and throwing themselves in.  They swim with both exuberance and desperation.  They come back dripping, and I wait for them to shake and shower me with cool relief.

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