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The heat and stick of summer adhere to your body like a second layer of clothing. It rolls through houses as folk’s open and close doors to get in and out. It fills cars until dashboards become fire and leather is sweating. Thunderstorms creep overhead midday making use of open blinds and candles. Tomato’s spring from vines and are meant to be eaten as apples. Fall falls in hues of orange, maroon and chocolate. The air becomes crisp and cool and in the early morning you can see your breath dance in front of you when you exhale. By day the sun beams without creating warmth and everyday feels like Halloween. Hooded jackets are home and the wise fill their pockets with clove cigarettes. Winter gives just enough room for drowning in knitted deliciousness and wrapping fingers around warm mugs full of liquid comfort. Feet fit best into slippers and hands find homes in gloves. Spring arrives with the fervor of a red lipstick clad Aunt Fran bearing mountains of magnolias and the stench of blossoming dogwoods. Every living thing becomes green and in full bloom coercing you away from the closed doors and well heated rooms of winter. The air itself is life giving and accomplishing things of value fall short next to rocking in wooden chairs on front porches. The city skyline smiles back at me, as I call this place my home.