Walking near your house on the brown grass, I could smell the asphalt shingles and the dusty wood-scented air coming from the attic. It reminded me of how dry summer could be. But once in a while when the rain would let loose, it would fill the swales in the back yard. Naturally, your mom thought you would drown by playing around in such danger, but we both knew better. You looked like a miraculous mermaid as the muddy water shot over your shoulders and danced over our toes. You couldn't have been more beautiful then, or even now.