Summer is a presence resting at midnight on bare shoulders.

Summer is the fragrance of Jasmine and Gardenia

Summer is the briefest glimpse of fulfullment.

Summer invites the selfish .

Summer is a promise.

 
 

Summer nights are for dreaming big dreams, and not for actions.  The summer days are for careful attention to bodies and appetites. Both produce extravagant surprises.  Follow the links and perhaps you will come upon some yet lingering in the company of the faint scent of honeysuckle. or perchance even tamarind and ginger.

 

"It's a Long Long While from

May to December" 

And I Intend to Use it All