summer [Theme] Page 3

The last warm days, and soon summer will leave with a light silk sigh of a dress hidden in a winter closet, a wave of golden wheat-colored eyelashes, a train of all collected flower bouquets.

The summer flew by so quickly... I keep the smell of the sea in the collected shells and smooth pebbles. Caramel on the skin and salty kisses, and such a crazy lightness of being, as if all worries had flown away with the wind. Happiness splashes of blue water, and glare of sunlight mixed with white lambs of the waves. I keep it all in my heart.

August is the month when you try to catch the elusive summer by the tail... You try to breathe in the warmth, feel its taste, aroma and tenderness... And you want the summer to leave a warm, spiritual trace in your heart...

If there were no sunflowers, summer would lose some of its beauty, and we would not be able to admire the millions of bright suns...

August flows with golden evening light and sings songs of apple and honey. Put summer in your pockets to warm your soul on long winter evenings.

Summer with vanilla sunsets flows into autumn. Warm days are melting before our eyes, and one wants to get enough of them to the limit, scooping up like ice cream with large spoons, and licking the sweet drops of the last warming rays from the fingers. And then wait a long, long time for the heat to return to the streets of the city, as well as the insatiable desire to overeat ice cream before, after and during dinner.

Many people are already writing about autumn, but I still want to compose songs about summer, weave fragile wreaths, collect fragrant herbs, let the scent of rain into the house, drink black coffee, write pages of texts, look for sweetness in blackberries and reflect sincere laughter in the smooth surface of mint. tea. How I want to hold on to this warm summer, take him by the hands and spin with him in order to enjoy the August days even a little more! Unpredictable, noisy, happy, serene, juicy and touching. With dimples on the cheeks. With the tenderness of a knitted sweater on the heart.

Herd bees and tickle thick-sided bumblebees.

Summer makes the final push, raising our expectations to the maximum. We are pedaling faster and faster without fear of breaking our knees. We overeat with juicy berries, staining our satisfied mouths and clean T-shirts with them. We don't want to believe that the summer days are already getting shorter, and we try to delay the sunset without taking our eyes off the milky horizon. We are waiting for autumn with understanding, but we absolutely do not want to miss a single intoxicating August day.

Summer is incredible. I scoop it up in handfuls, and not get drunk ...

So many summer shades, aromas, melodies... I want to pass everything through myself.

She smelled of cookies and cut grass - oh, that wonderful, warm, sweet smell of childhood! Old people definitely need someone young nearby so that, you know, they don’t forget.

- Nothing to you.

Do good and be quiet. Starting from my own heart...