...as we transition into autumn at the end of this week, I conclude:
sounds of summer:
the little
girl two doors down singing a melody from "swan lake"
polish
workers chatting and laughing away while refurbishing the house next door
bees
buzzing mistaking the flowery table cloth for real poppies
little birdies
chirping under rooftops
woodpecker on apricot tree
the soundscape of the lido
the crunch when biting into an ice-cream cone
paper - flipping the page of your summer read
water splashing - everywhere
conversations al fresco