This summer is almost perfect, so gentle, perhaps only missing some good storms. When a rain comes, you set off for a walk with your umbrella. The rain remains misty as fogs. Then you know it will not become a storm - this misty rain is only a small mood swing of the sky, perhaps affected by some random external forces. All it does is to cause a small mood swing to those it falls upon. And it will pass. Still, you are happy that in the rain you have discovered a new trail through some hills in the Arb leading to a couple of houses deep in the woods at the end. A few days ago, you just discovered hundreds of small shells clinging to some rocks in Barton Pond, with their mouths open showing a dark crack. You were sitting there many times, but had never noticed them before - when you touched them, their mouths shut quickly, and their bodies lost in the gray surfaces of rocks completely. And throughout the summer, it always surprises you that no matter how carefully you have scanned a bush for ripe berries (blackberry or raspberry) on your way out, you can always discover some new ones when you stop by it again on your way back, if you cast your eyes slightly sideward or squat a bit looking upward. Maybe in some way we can also constantly find something new about ourselves, people we are with or what we do every day.
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