All that she wants now is to hoist her sails and launch out into the pleasant summertime to fly as free as a white dove.
How wonderful would it be to roam over the balmy summer nights at the pace of her own bustling flutter and that the illuminated city seals every nook and cranny of her soul with indelible memories.
Fly and meet his eyes, then aware of the reason of her warmest smiles. And fly further to camp in different olive tree sand nests, where the sound of crickets is intimidated by the watchful gaze of stars.
Fly and swim. Fly again and let oneself be dragged by the waves to the refreshing edge of his smile. And laugh, and sleep until nightfall, and live to the fullest; as soon as the scorching summer sun melts away those messages left to deliver.