It is with the most ultimate of joys that I saw the summer arrive later this night. I leave work, the day still resting around my shoulders, and I walk out into the car park to hear the summer birds in full song. Summer has arrived and my heart fly’s out to meet them.

It is with the most profound of wishes that I wait for tomorrow and that it may arrive with the halo of a summers morn and the excitable release of the sun kissed air. Yes summer has come to meet me and holds out its arms in an offer of a warm embrace that I will happily accept.

It is with the most sublime explosion of thanks that I reckon on the love I feel from what surrounds me and does so without the need for me to offer anything other than myself. This is the most precious of gifts and is beholding to no man.