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Cats knead blankets,
settling into balls of fur
on my wide lap.
Rushing in, she smells
of Earl Grey tea and cool night air.
Then, sounds of crickets.
Cows walk the brown path
placidly, hooves still kicking up
dust in Summer's heat.
Heavy clouds hang
in gray skies unmoving.
May the rain come!
Perfect summer day--
mild, breezy, birds chirping--
I'm inside with blankets.
Chips and fudgsicles,
"Monk" reruns, cats on clean laundry...
still depressed and cold.
Fifty-six degrees,
cold and cloudy. That's Summer
in the Bay for you.
