Today I was folding your laundry. The intense afternoon heat pouring through the open window competed with the static heat of the colors in the shirts, skirts and jeans that you're still able to wear comfortably. I put your purple v-neck to my chest to fold the arms backward (a hug without your body). I stood there smelling floral-skinned warmth so unmistakably yours and felt so in love with you. On the way to work, with the open car windows burning my skin, I made peace with the Bellingham summer.