The murmur of the wind rustling through the leaves,
A snowy egret stalking the water’s edge,
Golden evening light reflecting off the clouds as if painted with a divine brush,
Osprey soaring through the sweet, sticky, humid air.
These are bounties of summertime,
Where no matter what stage of life one finds themselves in,
There is a resurgence in the air,
Nature in all her majesty passes that energy along to those who search for it,
Letting us drink in the freedom of a summer day,
And capture it in our souls.
3 replies on “Freedom of Summer”
Summer is truly like no other. I do prefer spring though, haha. It’s a nice balance! Plus after the harsh winter, you’re forced to appreciate it more 😀
I agree spring is the best! However, summer is phenomenal! 👍