A Summer Autmn Day

Vehicle headlights segue through the muggy day as police cars and ambulances hold sway as though autumn has crept into a summer's day and flora and fauna do not know what to do until this glorious English summer returns; as though the Gulf stream and Global warming conspire to forbid the holidays to be as they should, when schools out dreary clouds come out to play with rain eager to spoile their fun as wind works hard to hurry them inside cooped up at home on tedious technology so vacation at home: "what summer?!" holds sway in these islands of such variety on such small scale as though it was Legoland at play. Our puritanism still segues as though we deserve to be punished for honeysuckle heaven and rosy dawns with skies to take your breath away in an ordinary English garden having cream teas with by bouncy strawberries, better still shy raspberries in our unusual now usual summers we fervently hope and pray with weather women and men will continue to beckon brightly outside and not moan our one safe topic of polite conversation.