Summer Is Here

I hear the sounds of children at play, as the sun has turned the black clouds of rain away. Summer is here and laughter fills the air, flowers fill the gardens with colour everywhere. After a hard days work you feel free, some will sit the evening out eyes glued to the TV. Not for me the little box, rather an evening stroll. Then sit to rest my weary bones somewhere, letting the cool evening breeze dance with my hair. As I sit quietly absorbing all around. Watching the sun sink slowly in the west. Breathing in the cool evening air, as night begins to call. 11 June 2007