midsummer daydreams

I crouch in the grass as the lavender paints the sky, pretending the blades of green are taller than I, and gazing at the rays of a kaleidoscopic sun, I devour this moment of midsummer calm, making sunprints with fairies and fawns....

"I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, 

Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows

Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,

With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine:

There sleeps Titania some time of the night,

Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;

And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin,

Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in."

- William Shakespeare