Saturday, April 24, 2010

Summer of 2010

white hot days

warm scented nights

the sound of wind rattling through the trees

leaves blown right into the house

the first tart and juicy spoonful of strawberry jam

the sweet cold shock of ice cream

the quick sharp stab of a mosquito

the incoherent chatter of children playing on the streets

the welcome and sudden shade of trees

the toe-curlingly salty smell of the sea

the drops of water that shiver off a wet dog

the graceful dance of white drapes in the breeze

the all-pervading sunshine

the never-ending stickiness


all make a case for compulsory summer holidays