The beginning days of summer are fresh like the first sip of homemade lemonade. This lemonade gets tangier with passing blazing days yet you like to hold the lemonade glass while sitting in your balcony, looking at the orangish sun at the edge. You don’t sip but you can smell the heat mixed with the lemonade. In some evening; it changes mood often and the summer spell lingers on your skin as the cool breeze blows on top of the coconut trees. It barely lasts for long yet it never break its promise of mild shower every other day. The moistened soil releases an earthly aroma, incompatible to any fancy perfume made by the civilization. Here my heart and mind go for summer, for each summer where I dance with my sweaty feet.