As the sun, a beacon, pelts shards of U.V light the cicadas cry and sing. The trees filter golden beams and create calm dappled light on the saplings by the melancholy water.
As we part the harsh, itchy grasses flies buzz, smash, annoy and irritate to no end under the burning sun. The heat creating sweat.
As the salt dries and stings the sand burns under running feet. Icecream melts.
As we splash in the crystal clear, cool water diving deeper and deeper cries of laugher echo. Eyes sting.
As children scream and cry at all the annoyances of summer wanting to kill it out of existence, many seem to love it.
As we all embrace, hate, love, can’t bear, loathe and year round look forward to summer others live very differently on the side of our globe…