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.