Tag Archives: Summer

A Few Seconds of Happiness

8 Jul

It was a rare moment: wanting to say “I’m happy” out loud.

It lasted for just a few seconds with the perfect combination of circumstances..

ice cubes clinking in a cool glass,
soft skirt brushing against my not-so-pale thighs,
hair with that magical smell of sun and salt,
the earth damp with recent hose-pipe watering,
swallows circling overhead,
leaves nodding to the breeze,
Saturday evening silence.

What has made you say “I’m happy” recently?

A Year in the Life of a Tree

19 Oct
Trees Park in Autumn

November

Tree Park Winter Mist
January
Trees Park in Winter Snow

February

Trees Park in Early Spring

March

Trees Park in Spring

April

Trees Park in Spring

May

Trees Park in Autumn

October

I Remember the Important Things

15 Sep

sunset rays behind trees

I remember the important things.

Like the words to my favourite songs,

Or the way you smiled the night we met.

I remember the important things.

Like what was written in a letter,

Or the way the sun rays shined through the trees.

I remember the important things.

Like the smell of lavender skin,

Or the billions of stars we fell asleep counting.

I remember the important things.

Like the murmur of August leaves and her sad smile on the last day of summer.

Photo Friday – French Windows

16 Dec

French Windows

French windows

French windows

French windows

Sorry, Summer, You were Just a Fling

13 Oct

“The sky is grey,” people say, disappointed, looking out of the window.

I follow their gaze, but it is a smile, not a frown that comes over my face.

The sky is grey, the air is cool and the sun has migrated to warmer lands. Outside, my nostrils are filled with wood and wet earth. Trees are secreting a subtle perfume, very similar to their spring scent. Nature, however, is not dressing up for her annual appearance; she is taking off this year’s costumes to renew her wardrobe for next year’s show.

Summer is no longer playing games with Autumn. She teased him for a while, fooling him into thinking that she’ll stay a little longer. But she only put up with two weeks of his moodiness, his thoughtful silences and eccentric obsession with orange. Summer skipped away, perhaps a little offended, to go and find Spring, who always lets her stay.

Summer seduced me with her carefree laughter and bright eyes. But her childishness and incessant energy soon fatigued and frustrated me. When Autumn appeared, with his mysteries and independence, he asked for and obliged to nothing…and thus, made me want to give and take everything.

Every evening, I get drunk on his beauty. Like a child at a fun fair, my eyes devour everything and my heart bursts with joy at the magic of it all. I want to absorb the bright pallet of colours and paint my white walls in the warm hues of red, yellow and brown. I want to put the smell of burning twigs and ripe vegetables into a box, so that I can smell it on dull winter afternoons. I want to collect the fallen leaves and scatter them across my floor, to be able to live permanently in this enchanting season. I want to put time on pause, just for a day, to sit with nature in silence.

“Temperatures have fallen,” people say, shivering with disapproval.

Yet my cheeks are glowing and my limbs are filled with life as, suddenly, for the first time in nine months, my body meets a dear old friend – the cold.

Sorry, Summer, but you were just a fling.

Autumn is my true love.