This summer

What is a paradise if it is without you?

Summer beckons.

The days become too beautiful and too pleasant

Clear, shining skies with a cooling breeze from the ocean

The inviting surroundings become insufferable at the same time

I can almost taste the salt in the air,

It's an empty calling

The sound of the waves

Telling me of fantastic, empty promises.

Too bright, too peaceful, too alone...

A paradise without you...