Reaching for the ice box
I'm thinking lemonade
Freezing tickles down my throat
Happy taste buds got it made
Droplets in my drooping eyes
Sweating salty stings my sight
Feeling sultry sunlight weary
There's far too much hot light
They're calling it a heat wave
I'm seared and saturated
Not a cloud Up in the sky
Overcome and sunindated
Either you wrote this long before Summer 2015, or, you experienced a different Great British Summer to me!
ReplyDeleteOh... scrolled up - 2013... phew... I take back my summer confusion ;)