This is summer

June 2016

This is summer. The sun, shining blindingly, the colour of diamonds tinted with buttercups, bouncing on the walls of Greenwich High Street.

Me, in Waterstones, fluidly walking and sifting through shelves and shelves of books, wondering where I should travel through next, in literature. There is the familiar, sharp smell of coffee in the air, and I'm already hoping to get a cone of ice cream and sit in the park - provided a blind eye to my still present chesty cough.

The biggest wonder of this scene is that - at this moment, there is no depressing loom of autocad, or sketchup, or drawings to draw, or sketches to sketch. The burden of that matter is off my shoulders completely.