Summer Serenade

"A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song."    ~ Chinese Proverb

Spring has danced away.  Summer has sauntered in with a heated passion of a new love.  The year peaks with the solstice revery of a long and languid day.  My bones are warmed and my brow slightly fevered as the season of long, lazy, hazy days begins.

Summer is not a season to be taken lightly.  It like the bird who sings its song without regard to rhyme or reason, summer makes the heart rise up in a yearning melody of longing for a lost love.  

It is summer. It shall last like the bird's song forever in our memories as long as we make memories worth lasting.

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William Shakespeare - Sonnet #18

Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:

But thy eternal Summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Happy Summer!