Daydreaming of summer in winter

The invigorating feeling of ice-cold lemonade running down the back of your throat,
after gardening all morning in the sun.

The funky, happy notes of Hugh Masakela’s flugelhorn as you jam to
“Grazin’ in the Grass,” while barbequing chicken on the deck.

The charge from the cool water, as you dunk yourself in a stream, after a hot game of catch with the kids.

Crisp, light sundresses in tropical prints and Bermuda shorts and pretty slide sandals and wide-brimmed straw hats.

The gentle cool that caresses you as you raise your face to catch a breeze,
while sitting under a shade tree.

Here’s to summer. Bring it on!a-beautiful-day-775461_1920

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