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The sun is strong,
the temperature is hot,
the air like it is on fire,
the skin of everyone is burning and red-
no one wants to be inside on a day like today,
but no one wants to be scorched by the sun’s rays for too long:
you may love the sun, you may not,
but the sun can be too much for some sometimes,
and it can make people tired;
nevertheless though there is no way,
when the weather is like it is today,
anyone could possibly choose to stay in bed.

The heat of the city feels like a wave of energy;
the people out and about are like an ocean;
the shops and businesses have all there doors and windows open;
the breeze of the wind makes people feel at ease;
the life of many things combine,
and what can be felt and sensed
is like intoxication from fine wine.

The open spaces are like a haven for sun-worshipers;
the amount of people on the streets
is truly inspiring for street artists;
the food and drink being consumed
makes the entire day feel like a party;
the enjoyment that is openly apparent
makes it seem like everyone is on holiday.

Summer in the city, in any city around the world,
is different to spending your time on an island beach,
or in a town in a popular hot country,
where the sea, and the tops of mountains,
when they are touched by the sun shine like pearls;
summer in the city is an inspiring time and place-
there is so much to attract your attention,
and so many things to put a smile on your face.
Summer in the city is full of infinite sights, sounds,
smells, and tastes;
summer in the city is filled with tantalizing invitations
that only a fool would let go to waste;
summer in the city is like a bubbling coffee pot;
summer in the city- the metal, the windows, the ground,
the people, are hot.

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Sunlight streams in through my bedroom window,
the sky above is the colour of a new-born baby’s eyes,
there is a kinetic energy, and yet a stillness, all-around-
as a new day begins, with mercury on the rise.

Outside, in the warmth of the morning,
the smell of freshly mowed grass pervades through the air-
exciting every one of my senses, invigorating my perception,
and standing on-end every hair.

I adore the first thoughts that dawn on me,
I cannot wait to imagine, and dream about the events of the day
that have yet to take place-
I have never been able to restrain myself
from waking up before everyone else around me,
embracing the present, and what is yet to come,
and rejoining in all that connects and aligns
the chase of light that is the human race.

Everyone whom I have ever met, and everyone who I meet,
intrigue me, amuse me, inspire, and amaze me-
all for many different reasons,
and all in ways that I wish I could share in all their glory
and allow others to feel them as I do,
like they feel the midday heat.

I love seeing the fusion of two friends
who not only enjoy the company of one another,
but who wake up everyday thinking about their coupling-
husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends,
best friends, close friends- sole-mates,
who have the world when they have each other,
who share a gift between them more precious
than the feather from an Angels wing.

I love seeing the coming together of families,
especially on an autumn Indian Summers Day like today-
their is just something special about an amazing,
blue-sky blessed, beautiful, sun-soaked,
laughter-filled, memory-making, enriching day-
when life, love, and nature, bond and are in full-display.

Whether it be the sight of the shimmering starlight of our sun
as seen from the ocean floor of the Mediterranean,
or the feeling of sharing a perfect moment in time
in the cool water of a fountain-
these are moments that can never be remade, rehearsed,
moments to be reminded of always, but never unduly-
moments of importance and meaning that are always heralded by
the rise of mercury.

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