Memories of all the Summers

It’s cold first thing as the morning unfurls from under clear night skies before opening up into a wide hazy blue. The trails are dappled with sun and shade, the meadows thrum with insects and a delicious mineral tang hangs in the warming air.

It’s a perfect summer’s day that smells like the lingering memories of summer holidays.

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