Feeling the warm rays of sunshine on my skin this morning in the park, I took off the black jumper I was wearing and for two hours, just in a pair of shorts and a Calvin Klein bralet, I was lying there on the green grass, my face facing the sky. I chose my spot carefully, just near the leafy shadow of an old oak; it wasn't sure how hot it was going to be. There was silence, kids playing in the far distance and just my friend and her dog with me. The park was almost empty and the sky was so blue, it almost felt like a bright Klein blue. It was one of those moments which in spite of their simplicity, was to be remembered and cherished forever. Although my friend and I were talking, the air was filled this silence, the kind of silence you only hear in the summer. The rustling of a leaf, a bird's song, infinite green and blue. And us, so small undernath all this infinity.
See...do you get that feeling? That's what summer is for me: time that stands still. Moments, sewn carefully, all melted in the thread of time.
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