Why do I love summers so much?
Because that is when my house becomes a celebration, my body a canvas adorned with colors, my heart a playground.
In summer, the days when I feel lonely are so very few and whenever, if ever, I lay on my bed in the afternoon, I see my grandma’s house wrapping itself around me. With its strong scents of zinnia and chamomile, and frankincense. With the golden sun peaking through the lace curtains.
And oh, the allure of summer nights, where purple clouds dissolve into twilight’s embrace, Patsy Cline and Billie Holiday crooning softly on the radio, while stories unfold like magic in the warm night air.
In this very moment, a young girl discovers love for the first time, under the enchanting spell of summer’s romance.
In this very moment, people, known and unknown, are talking about what a beautiful summer this is. Or how the air is so warm and how nice their drinks are.
In summer everything comes to life. I come to life.
And I am happy, so happy that, somehow, my spirit, even if beaten down like a stray dog, always finds joy in the silliest, simplest moments and most random interactions.
To conclude this poorly articulated speech, I’d like to share a passage from “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” that has always resonated with me and a playlist my heart seems to love dearly:
“Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen’s beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven.
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,
That if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy.
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!”
THE WONDERMIND 