Nothing quite says 'Summer, Boy is it hot!' like a cool, frosty glass of sweetened just-right lemonade. I will walk a mile in 90 degree heat for it. Sipping the precious sweet with a sour edge brings to mind mile-high waves lapping on a far away shore; with palm trees swaying provocatively in the shadows.
The closer one gets to emptying the glass of lemonade,the farther the palm trees seem to be fading away. The imaginary breezes, the droplets of a cool mist spraying down on you,all seem to diminish as the delicious contents of the glass is depleted.
The cycle has to begin again. A tall, frosty glass of lemonade to hype away the heat and evoke images of mile-high waves lapping on a far away shore; with palm trees swaying provocatively in the shadows; while droplets of a cool mist spray all around and down on you!
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