Off chasing sunshine wherever, whenever we can. Between showers, bursts of sun. We race to catch them, one by one, sure of it's wondrous powers. A pinch of happiness to pinken our cheeks.
At night rain on the rooftop, the house smelling of woodsmoke, the damp green air through the window that sits ajar. Awakening before dawn to a goldenorange moon spilling in flaming splendour down upon the mountains.
In the morning the house is full of moths, the garden sighs and heaves up, pushing up the green, and quickly we gather our things, a hurried shuffle out the door, driving away from our own lovely beach in search of sand and safe swimming.
For we have found ourselves in the midst of it, the holidays almost halfway done. Where has the time gone! We have frittered it and not even known!
And startled, we call to one another, spurred on by the sun that travels across the mountains, finding a different spot to rest each night, just a tiny bit further along.
We call and cry to one another, a new urgency upon us, Quick! Quick! There is fun to be done!