the soothing warmth. carry yourself with ease

the blistering, sweaty heat. can't escape

the burning sun. pinching your skin at the washing line. squint and hurry

the washing that dries up in the sun in no time. wait for the shade before taking it down

the soft, gentle breeze from the south. a hint of relief

the lavish greenness. paradise

and the dry yellowness. Spain

the lush garden. fresh fruit galore in the bushes

the syrupy scent of apples. floating in the air

the sweet and sour cherries. straight from tree to mouth

the early bloom of every type of flower. catch up bees!

the buzz of bees and wasps around every bright colour. take them to the flowers

the warm drops of rain on your skin. at last

rain so hard it may just break through the roof. that's enough now

the sandy beach in your hair. and inside your bathing suit

the same pair of shorts weeks on end. who cares

the no-timetable lifestyle. too easy to get used to

the blissful ignorance of the impending truth. it will come to an end