Aimlessly wandering through forests green wild and old. The lagoon beckons while the salmon spawn. Peeking into the reflections of symmetric flowers and water lilies. Drinking in the serenity of the rich green flora and fauna of ancient growth.
Oh these days of idyll pleasures and into the warm balmy evening, to jump high carefree or hang outside for that moment with a friend, go out on the town in frilly lingerie du jour, and take in the day's end magnetic surf crashes under the full wolf moon. The magical enchantment of this frivolous season.