Today shone like summer and I am reminded...

It's the last day in August, we lie outside in the garden squandering lungfuls of fluid summer air ~will anything taste so sweet again? Be so sweet again? But what is sweeter than this lazy potential, this want of nothing, this hum of summer twisting like warm skin all around us.
I see long necked purple flowers dip and bow their heads to some barely there ripple of wind, some rhythm of life, and I feel the beat of it inside me, as if I am at the centre of the drum.