Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie - True Poems flee. ~ Emily Dickinson
Summer is not officially here yet but the warm breezes are singing. My room is drenched with early morning sunshine and like a flower, I turned my face to the sun. Eyes squinting, I basked in the warm sunshine before getting up this morning. I am so looking forward to spend time at the beach---warm sand, cold beer...heaven! Then my daydream was shattered by the news on the radio: El Nino is here again!
It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong. -- John Cheever
Posted for Sky-Watch Friday