Late Summer: a short story

She lifted her face to the sky

and felt the sweetness of an early September breeze upon her face.

At last!

The summer had been relentlessly hot and humid

it had not been easy living in the town.

Luckily, she had her balcony

and she filled it with flowers and herbs to harvest for the winter months.

There were orange and pink geraniums

Purple and yellow little beauties that had flowered the whole of the summer

and red blooms which draped themselves gracefully over the garden table

Begonias

Yellow marigolds in pots

and many more.

Her plants made her happy and she put them everywhere

creating the feeling of a real garden.

Sitting outside in the very early mornings was the best moment of the day

waiting for the sun to come over the hill

and create dancing shadows and

seeing the blue sky reflected on the smooth surface of the table.

Sometimes,

when the timing was right,

she caught the reflection of a sunset in the windows of the building opposite.

She felt happy

and she remembered:

'Happiness is a state of being.

It's feeling one with life as it is now.'

She felt herself smile

and the smile seemed to radiate all through her body

and out into the world

creating connection.

This is what summer is all about!