Summer breeze

It's summer and everything is bright and beautiful. The sky is so blue; little tufts of clouds sit content in the blueness. The smell and sight of the ocean, its magnificence, remain intoxicating- the currents too dangerous to swim in but beautiful to look at. All the fruit in the market inspire me- strawberries, raspberries, apricots, plums, nectaries, peaches; all so juicy and ripe, they scream "It's summer! Eat us! Indulge in our sweetness". The sun shines warm upon my face, the wind at my back*. The windchimes in my kitchen make a sweet sound when the summer winds blow, its sound a gentle accompaniment to me when i sit in the living room and read. All is as it should be. There is peace.


*An Irish blessing i love