Summer is that time of the year in the South -- where flirtation reigns, and all things happen that can happen, even though they probably shouldn't.
In my history there are plenty of moments of exploration and enlightenment about one or the other member of another gender that have gone on in the guise of summer romance. It's not the heat, or the slight tang of musk in the air, nor is it the humidity which collects and flows along every body that moves. It is more than physical elements -- it is also mental and emotional ones: longing, loneliness, too much time to recall and remember, and the desire to be ... happy again.
Human beings all flow towards happiness -- that desire to be fulfilled and smiling, giving and taking freely from someone who wants me and does the same. Under Summer Dresses lies the body -- the body is always there, clothed or not, warm or hot, cool or chilling quietly in a welcome breeze. Ovid knows the truth. Emily knows the truth but will not name it. Heat happens.
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