Sunday, 26 June 2011

Sunday Sunshine. . .

The heat haze hangs heavy over the leaf green land. The air has weight. I feel it pressing into my unwilling limbs, wrapping itself around my shoulders like a shawl.

The time will come when winter will ask you what you were doing all summer.- Henry Clay


Mari G said...

Such a beautiful description, Susannah.
Today, in Kildare,Ireland, the air has weight too.
And the Henry Clay quote reminds me of how hard it is to even imagine ice and snow when it's so warm now.

Susannah said...

Hi Mari, it is good to see you. :-) It is another warm day here!

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