Again I find myself in a busy summer situation, where every thought of writing and creating just slips away in wet sand, salty waves, and sunny thoughts.
My mind wanders to the lovely land of bright fairytale islands where butterfly boats float on the sea as a shattered rainbow on the sparkling evening water
My dreams are sitting on a sandy beach surrounded by velvet air, disappearing in the words and strength of his beautiful mind.
Every thought of getting lost in my own words and tales are left in the pages of summer stories and imaginary worlds of love and wonder.
Every idea is stored for the autumn, while the now discovers the self all a new.
Every longing feeling of love is stretching across water to my lovely England where I left my heart.