Summer

When summer arrives I conjure up romantic moments filled with walking through the woods, along the beach, and random roadtrips.

I think of spontaneous adventure.  I dream of picnics complete with odd cheese and rustic bread. With my hair in braids, and the dog along side me and my book.  I glimpse the afternoon sun, and a the touch of a cool breeze.  I taste ice cream, complete with sprinkles.  I smell wild flowers.

My dear summer in the south, please grant me a few romantic moments, won't you....