Midsummer is trying to go to sleep with the sun shining in from the northwest. Waking up to too-loud birdsong and not knowing if it's day or night.
Too warm in silk nightdresses, shivering under sweater and jeans in the afternoon. Facing up to mosquito armies in the woods and icecream queues in the city. Breathing in lilacs and clover. Burning the skin on your nose. Hot sun and cold winds.
Confused and weary, constant light, the intensity of a fleeting summer. Like every flower, I reach out frantically towards a bright sky and explode in bloom.
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