Summer has arrived in a succession of sinfully sweet hours that pass quickly yet unhurried. Delicious moments clustered like the petals of a flower from my beloved patch of soil, or a tower of wrapped goods ready for a picnic. The sun is glorious, beating down through the maples, the greenhouse glass and my bedroom window. Every meal taken indoors feels like a wrongdoing. Every minute not spent in the warmth seems an eternity.
I see the season as a whole, undivided into different times, emotions or places, but a culmination of every moment to come. They are as one - the feelings, chances, ups, downs and memories. They glow ahead. I move along towards them through a chain of sticky-sweet hours.