The hotness of a lake beach just before the month of August, a lake beach becoming desert sands not a recreational pool, but the scorching dried cracking of mounds of granules of chipped rocks of salty sandy spots, a place to place your body in these sands to soak up the heat of a hot water bottle onto sore muscles and to let the lake water caress these muscles with the mighty arms of a Masseuse named "Ein Sof" Who eases the achiness.
Stretching out your legs, legs that have been sitting under a desk at the office all day, taking leaps and bounds with the calves in your legs as you run, jumping over the highness of lake water waves, playing volleyball barefoot in the sand, kayaking, white water river rafting, sailing in a sailboat, yachting in a yacht, canoeing in a canoe.
Moving the legs as in a dance, a jumping Russian dance and coming down landing safely on your two feet, a time to dance and to toast "To Life!" as the sun bleaches your hair blonde and tans your body skin brown.
A time to be cool in large rooms of air blowing around with air conditioning units, putting on sweaters in a polar place inside that is shaded from the heat of the sun.
Grilling burgers at a picnic with hot fires adding to the hot temps as fires whip and lick the coals baking like an oven solar-heated by rays of light that when magnified burn a hole deeply embedded.
"Ein Sof" as a blacksmith, etching the holy Commandments into two Tablets, smoking in the fires of a Burning Bush, surrounded by a whirlwind of blowing ashes of vulcanizing black soot.
A joyous time, to be safe in cool temperatures avoiding a hot sun that hates and instead to be loved indoors in central air covered in blankets of goose-down taking an afternoon of a siesta of a Shabbat but on all days of the week.
A vacation of this eternal rest but being alive not dead to enjoy every moment of a hot summer sun, a hot sun that is cooled down, ceased to anger, not to be in hot wrath, a summer sun to enjoy a splash in a Jacuzzi in your backyard, to take a sauna and then to jump into a whirlpool.
A time of relaxation and joyous moments, a time in the summer of fun, a time to laugh, to chuckle, to tell jokes, a time to be happy.
A time to feel this hot sun not to dread it, to feel its gentle warmness, its friendliness, being a sun shining down on you with its love, the love of a bright sun, a perpetual love as the sun is always shining, a daytime becoming a nighttime under the light of smiling new crescent moon.
Feeling the happy-go-lucky lightness of the Light of Ein Sof, feeling love, having the lightness of this Love of Ein Sof to call your own, all summer long.
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