Metal cans gasping, meat sizzling like witches.
Spies of eyes hiding behind sunglasses.
Spiders daring to scurry over cracked slabs,
Bumblebees flying, babies crying,
Rosy cheeks and scorched feet.
Hot rubber, no jackets.
Halfway to watching snowflakes melt.
No covers and sticky skin.
Every drop tasting like Ice Cold in Alex.
Sighs, moans, huffs and grunts,
The sounds of an English summer all at once.
Tight t-shirts, loose dresses. Easier smiles, longer sunrises.
Sunset never wanting to say goodbye.
Halfway to another year gone by.
Image: Wheat Field with Cypresses by Vincent van Gogh