Spring had - overnite - metamophosized into summer. The sun was hot. The grass was a deep damp green. A soft carpet.
In their baskets - they carried cheeses and crakers..sweet grapes and white wines. In the shade of nature's umbrella they spread themselves out...soaking in all the glory that the day had to offer.
They ate. They drank. They laughed..until they could laugh no more.
They napped in the mid-day shade..and in the light of the late afternoon sun. They inhaled all the sweet smells and tastes and feels of summer.
Would it be such a terrible thing to live like this - for just one day? For one week..for one month..for one entire summer?
Would it..could it possibly be???