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
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