The days are steamy and the nights are languorous, and I love it.
Summer lays itself out, like a picnic on a red checkered tablecloth, just waiting for us to sit down and enjoy the feast.
Dip your toes into its warm waters.
Turn your face up into its hot sun.
Smell the soft scents of the colorful bouquets that are flourishing all around you.
Taste its fresh offerings.
Summer is like an old freight train. It sneaks slowly into the station, stops briefly, and then speeds away almost before we noticed that it was here.
I want to whisper softly in its ear to stay forever, but I know that just as it does, year after year, it will leave and I will be left with just its sweet memories.
In the meantime I will embrace its simple moments. I will bathe in its serenity.