The goddess of a season, enjoying Summer Luxuries
She lies in a summer slumber, patiently waiting for the warmth of the sun to wash over her. A delicate hand, bronzed and ornate, brushes over the green carpet that shoots up from the earth. A gentle blue pool silently kisses the shore and a kind breeze calmly rustles her thin cotton shirt. With closed eyes and baited breath she will dream of this moment during a time when the great grey throes of winter wrestle the life from this land. For now though those days remain far off, no threat to her summer serenity; for now she is the goddess of a season.
What luxury to feel the warmth of the air on her bare skin, to have the shade of a tree above you and the cool of water lapping at your feet. The wind brings the sound of the ocean to accompany the blue of the sky as it weaves its way through branches and rustles the leaves. Her quiet eyes again close as the movement has caused pleasant splashes of sun to filter through and rain down on her face. Summer is the season alive with light and wind. Alive with the touch and kiss of a gentle May afternoon. Alive and its life permeates every aspect of the world. Sometimes you just have to close your eyes and let it wash over you like a wave; enjoying the luxuries of summer.