I have been longing for the brilliance of the sun’s June rays.
They warm my skin which in turn warms my soul.
Optimism rises from the heat and mingles with the cold drink in my hand.
Memories dance across my mind – Images flash and laughter echoes.
The freedom of summer dwindles a bit each year with age in a literal sense
You can keep it alive within you.
The river bed is just a suggestion, the beauty is in seeing just how far it can go.
Find a new shore and enjoy the show.
I think what I like most about the summer is its ability to be dramatic. It can be sunny and cheerful one moment and then dark and destructive the next.
You think you can see the storm coming but you can never be sure until it arrives.
There is no preparation only experience.
It strikes me as the right way to approach the world
for me, for tonight, writing.
Summer flirts with ease.
Flowers offered with a promise.
My heart is your prize.
Basking without care,
Warmed by your summer embrace,
How quickly leaves change.
There is something special about Spring and the eventual arrival of Summer. This weekend in Colorado it is suppose to hit the 80s for the first time this year. I can’t wait to sit out on the patio with a glass of wine and write in the sun.
Do you have any writing plans this weekend?
Happy Friday Everyone!