Musings on Summer

There are some days in summer when I am so happy to be alive, the sun shines and everything breathes in unison, even the music playing on my laptop seems tailor-made for this day. You can smell the sweetness of the grass, that zing of chlorophil that smells on the intensity of green, and the palestst azure sky you can imagine. This is what dreams are made of; the tastes of popscile and sweat, and the dangerous flickers of skin. Life, you done me right.
Steven "hyperbole" Neuman