Friday, May 22, 2015

Summer stories


A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing and the birds are singing



                                                                                                    Summer afternoon—summer                                                                                                afternoon; to me those have always                                                                                      been the two most beautiful words in                                                                                              the English language. 

~Henry James









 I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicadae lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder. 


















Pink Sand Beach, Bahamas 






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