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I'm walking through the park in short black shorts, a long sleeve black zip up, sunglasses and a beach bag.

Soft melodies play through my iPod into the head phones in my ears, and I walk, enamored with the day and the sweetness of solitude.

On the sidewalk stands a young man with black curly hair and a beautiful grey dog. He stops and waits for me. When I reach him he says something and I pull out my headphones.

"I'm sorry, I have to ask you, are you of Russian or Polish decent?" He asks.

I laugh. "No, people tend to assume I am, but I'm actually Irish," I answer. It's not the first time I've been asked this.

I start to put on my headphones when he speaks again.

"I have one more question, this one's a bit wierder."

"What's that?" I'm hoping he's not planning on asking me out.

"I want to set you up with a friend of mine..." He says, a smile on his lips.

"Sorry, I'm actually seeing somebody." I reply.

"That's too bad, she's really hot..."

"She? Ohh...ya, well, sorry. Thanks though."

I put my headphones back on, in love with summer, the park, and conversations that come up with strangers when I'm feeling free.

sunshine took my blues away

wasting the day away, with rachel ray

I apologize for my blogging hiatus. I have been sick with a fever all week. I spent two entire days unable to move from the sofa, and watched so much food network that I had vicious dreams about meatballs last night. I woke up sweating.

In other news, I have two final exams next week and then I am a free woman. More soon.