Deep summer

It's the most perfect deep summer's day on God's earth, so much so that the day and the summer's beauty, it's in-your-face magnificence, shovels in deep to me and clutches and tugs at, and entwines it's tendrils around my heart.
I foolishly want to hold on to this forever. I foolishly allow myself the illusion that the autumn, followed by winter, will never come again; that the fact that it's now darker at 5am is but a fragment of my sun-battered imagination.