My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday #17
In most parts of the UK, July and August are on average the warmest months of the year: blue skies, sunshine and soaring temperatures. Although it has been said that a British summer consists of two fine days and a thunderstorm which, until the last few weeks, appeared to be true. I revel in a good summer storm with the loudest possible thunder, the most spectacular lightning and short, sharp downpours of refreshing rain. Our garden may be a jungle, but it’s shady, cool and green. Most people wish for long, hot, hazy days in the sun: crowded beaches, ice cream on the pier and uninterrupted cricket on the village green. For me, that is torture – I’d prefer to put on my favourite jumper and gloves, and float away on an iceberg.
short of breath and perspiring:
Arctic summer calls
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
A summer sunset in the Arctic.found on usatoday30.usatoday.com