A warm southern night, just a small breeze, sitting on the swing, watching the kids chase the lightening bugs, and hearing the laughter.

We have those months, years, where so many things happen and it just changes our life. Sometimes they are just memories, and nothing more than that…

Rain, Whiskey and the smell of the Earth.

Another poem.

Summer nights, should be spent with the one you love.

Written in the garden during long London evenings in May.

The loving feeling on early summer nights…

I could not stop thinking about everything and noticing every detail.

My favorite thing about summer nights.