Ten summers ago...maybe nine. She had shared a picture.
Cloudless skies and sweet breezes, harbinger of a gorgeous evening...but not yet...
The grass freshly mowed, perfect striped lines in parallel, the smell of wild onions and cuttings mingled, like bits of confetti that alighted in the air.
A company picnic, with white sticker name tags....it was weird seeing her full name, mostly because I referred to her first one so often...
She was laughing in the photo, that great wide smile...
And around her waist she held a hula hoop, still in her hands...she hadn't launched it around her yet.
Her shorts were dark, her shirt white...the colors standing out were the green of the grass and the hoop in her hands.
The camera captured her just before she started swinging her hips.
I had seen their rhythm before...had felt them against me...her wearing a bit of a different smile but one nonetheless.
She had shared a picture, from a summer a long bit ago.
But everything stayed exactly the same.
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