Sunlight spreads over the garden. A blanket unfurled. A picnic basket laden with olives, radishes, buttered baguette- A straw hat cheers the day. Spring leans towards summer, hand in hand until one lets go. The melody of bees busy amongst the lemon blossoms. Time loosens its grip.
Bare feet wiggle into the warm earth. Fingers trace the edge of embroidered cloth. Cherries stain lips crimson. The scent of lavender mingles with cut grass and sunshine.
Nearby, someone laughs.
Spring and summer dance hand in hand. One still carrying the coolness of morning, the other promising tender evenings that linger long after supper. Everything feels suspended between seasons. Between moments.
A breeze lifts the brim of the hat. Pages of a forgotten book flutter gently. Clouds wander overhead without urgency.
A picnic beneath an endless sky.
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