Summer Time Sadness Series: To The Forest With Love

 To the Forest With Love

Soft sounds of the night slowly rolled in like a dense fog. Covering your ears until all you can hear is the buzz of the cicadas, song of the crickets and the low hooting of the owls. The melodic symphony of sound. The forest revealed it was, indeed, a living and breathing thing. The yearning harmony of the night settled in and began its steady nightly crescendo. Fireflies danced in the air. Spanish moss swayed in the breeze. The rivers low hum gave birth to the slow shifting of the time of day. The part of day that all adore. Welcomed entirely, the moon begins her ascent into infinity. The aroma of water, sweet grass and garden phlox. A bouquet of promises of adventure, love, hope and sunshine envelope you. As summertime just begins, and the tingle of the days heat still lingers. The heat dances upon the dew that rests on your skin. A gentle reminder of summers that have passed and memories that remain unforgotten. Excitement brews deep within the crevasses of the heart. Your heartbeat speeds up in time with the song of the forest and adds its special sonata. The concerto of the summers forest laced with desire. Precious moments serve such promise within the caress of the summertime air. Encompassing the delicate delicious treats served on platters while surrounded by friends and family or sometimes just surrounded by nature. The flora and fauna reach for the sky just like your dreams of a summer gone by. In hopes of a summer that’s yet to pass. Carefree lazy days and abundant vivacious nights fill these months with life. A groove sets in and the night peaks with the moon high in the sky while the stars dance about her frame. We look to the heavens and think we must be in heaven. Heaven sent. Summertime’s gift to us. A dream of sorts that bears its fruit into reality. A humid, warm summer dew that fills the night with purpose and activates the sensations of heart. Abundance, a souvenir from the very start. Precious delicate instants, seconds, and twinkling’s bore gifts of this period. Fervor and zeal create an ambiance of enthusiasm and passion drenched in heat. As the forests song meanders to an end and the moon dives back into eternity, we long for another night’s sumptuous harmonies. The rivers roar is saved for dawn as the Spanish mosses sway become still. The owl’s slumber inside their nests as the crickets and cicadas tunes gently fade. The night pulls back and the day begins as we fondly rest ourselves within the comfort of our beds, in hopes of another summertime forest finale.

Fruit Of the Forest drenched in Summer Time Serendipity