Daydreaming of Summer days past. Soft beams of warm sunlight and the sweet fragrance of petals playing on the breeze call me further into my musings. 

Stolen minutes watching butterflies twirling, flitting and fluttering, dancing amongst the floral gathering to their Summer song. 

The magical moment broken. Delighted laughter fills the air as children frolic amongst the wildflowers of the sweet meadow. 

Here I sit and time moves around me, shifting shades of memory that live with me in the now.