In summers, she served lemonade – breakfast, lunch, dinner.
It was noon, sometime in June, when the wildflowers had started to bloom.
A straw hat on the head for the groom and a dusty pink gown for the bridegroom.
In the golden light of the summer sun, people glittered like shiny pearls.
Glasses clinked, lovers winked, kids frolicked holding orange ice cream.
Eyes sparkled with merriment, there was a magical happiness in the air.
Celebrations, weddings, garden parties, on sunny days are always the best.
What’s this sunlight outside my window on a cold autumn day,
Is it summer again?
Please tell me it’s summer!
So, I can wear my floral dresses and walk down the streets,
Without fearing the chillness on the tips of my earlobes.
Can I eat a fudgy ice cream sandwich cake for breakfast?
Alas, my weather app says 4 degree Celsius
Or, should I rather say 39 degree Fahrenheit.
Albeit, it’s all the same, it is still cold outside.
So, I might as well grab my comforter
And snuggle deep inside it again.
A blazing hot day.
The sun like a fire ball,
Deep blue sky.
Wake up to the sounds of chirping birds.
Draw open the curtains.
Crash on the couch beside the window.
And soak up the warm rays of the sun.
The summer is here
Bright sunny days
Hot rising air.
Time to put the
Sunglasses and sun caps on.
Get into those
Floral printed dresses
Sip on some
Margaritas and cold coffees.