hot summer days with the early morning sun shining through leaves and petals — making shadows on the walls like paintings on canvas, like unconscious meditations 

the hazy noon lull creeps upon us — a listless veil of drowsy breezes caresses our afternoon nap-time dreams 

the evening closes late, a holiday dive-bar atmosphere of abandon­ — another summer day locked up tight, slips softly from the present, right into the past