A Midsummer Dream

The warmth of the morning sun, soft breeze carrying the smell of tiny blossoms

And freshly cut grass from the gardens.

Summer is not a season, but a memory

Of ice-cream dripping down our hands, sweet lemonade in the afternoons

Gully cricket in the evenings,

And cards in the veranda at night.

 

A comforting constant in our lives, we relive those summer days through our new edit,

A Midsummer Dream.