The Warmth Of The Sun

The divine smell of the summer breeze is quite tempting to one such as myself. The wind brushes in new life and a break from the smoldering heat. Small sun-splotched kisses caressing my face in summer's hello. The flowers are fresh and ripe from spring’s bosom. The oceans come in with greetings and goodbyes in every language. That's what makes summer so bittersweet. We embrace summer with open arms and hold on tightly to summer's sweet air. However, we despise it when summer is over. Leaving some more broken than when it first started. Summers bestows many gifts in its brief time that feels like an endless eternity. Some favor the summer vacations to the islands where the water is aquamarine and the air smells of mangos and coconut kisses suntanning lotion. Others’ favorite summer activities may be the possibilities of summer adventures. The mystery and wonder and question, what is going to happen next?

My Most favored part of summer's delight is much simpler than that.

Food is different depending on the season. You save yourself until fall to indulge in your great aunt's famous dressing. Or the smoked turkey your uncle from out of state spent all week preparing just for today. Just like in winter, when I would bundle up under the soft wool blanket and sink my teeth into a delectable caramel apple and feel the caramel melt itself on my tongue. Warm and fresh on my lips, and the snow fresh to fall I would guzzle my nan's apple cider. Burning my taste buds with the crisp hot flavor of cinnamon and apple, but oh so delicious. I sure do miss my Nan….I wonder what became of her since the fall.. Everything has been different since the fall…The moral of the story is that It would be a sin to eat those foods outside of the seasonal time frame.

I decided today that I would go have a picnic. A summer picnic, where I would eat my favorite summer food. My favorite place to be in is the forest it always has been. I find solace and serenity when I'm in the forest. I don't know how long I've been out here since the fall. Everything has seemed to blend in with each other. I hear the crows caw and rustle out of the trees as I trudge along into a clearing. A red and white plaid blanket lays gently on the soft grass. On the blanket sits a woven basket carefully crafted by a talented basket weaver. A pitcher of what smells like fresh lemons and sugar mixed together in a magical concoction. A silver platter tray with mangos, dragonfruit, watermelon, kiwis, and pineapple. All the fruits I can no longer enjoy. Across from the lemonade and fruits was a woman lying in the grass. Her long black hair spread out daintly on the grass. Unaware of the leaves blowing in her hair. She wore a spun sugar 50s halter bathing suit that fit her ever so perfectly. She rested in the clearing protecting her eyes with her pink heart-shaped glasses that would definitely be leaving her pale skin sunburnt around the intricate shape of the glasses. All I could see of her face was her bright raspberry red lipstick that was more vibrant than the picnic blanket and fruit that laid beside her.

I proceeded forward in her direction, becoming increasingly overwhelmed with hunger and ready to feast on my favorite summer meal. I dragged what's left of my rotten maggot-filled legs over to the food. It lies there. Still and ripe. My favorite summer food. I perched myself on the ground. Eyes locked on the most enticing plate I've ever seen. Anticipating with excitement. Mouth-watering with the aroma lingering in the air around me.

Ripe and tender. Ready for me to sink my teeth in…

She let out a horrific gut-wrenching scream as I burrowed my teeth into her flesh. Tearing her ligaments out from under her skin. i pulled back from her leg Lost in a blaze of ecstasy and adrenaline. Her blood tasted of the finest sangria. Her muscles acting as a cranberry-flavored delight and the meat… oh her meat. Perfectly juicy like biting into a fresh dragon fruit.Heavenly, All these flavors cascading down my mouth and into my stomach. The perfect taste for my own summer. She screamed violently. As she tried to kick me off of her leg. She swatted her hand at me to push me off. On her 3rd swat, I grabbed her hand and bit off her fingers in a melodic rhythm. Like I was bobbing for apples. The crunch of her fingers was much like the crunch that of fresh celery. Her eyes grew wide as I could now see them since the struggle had knocked her glasses into her fresh lemonade. As she continued to scuffle with me. Trying to break free of my adrenaline filled strength I felt it necessary to end her suffering and continue my feasting in peace. She tried to reach for the silver platter that held the fruits on them,but to no avail I placed my gray rotten hand on her face, suffocating her. She began biting my hand. Hoping it would cause some resistance and allowing her to break free. Poor thing. I don't feel anything. I bit hard into her neck. Hard as a meteor when it makes an impact on an unsuspecting planet. Destroying the world underneath it. Ripping out her vocal cords causing her screams to sound like a wheezing car horn. I dug my hand through the hole in her throat feeling the luscious organs in her body. My sharp nails cut through her like butter. It was time for dessert. The sweetest part of my summer meal.

The heart

In one swift motion, I yanked out her heart. The forest was silent now. The blackbirds sang their little tunes as they raced around the trees. The picnic moments before were picture-perfect, now painted in a horrid macabre scene. I feel the wind graze my back as my hair and the tiny follicles blow with it. I look up into the blinding amber sun Feeling the summer heat. I then open my translucent clouded eyes just as I'm about to sink my teeth in, my ears are greeted with the sound of tiny voices singing the faint tune of “ The Warmth Of The Sun” by the Beach Boys. Heart in hand. I walk closer towards the music and come upon a worn wooden sign that reads “Summer camp ½ mile away” I smirked what was left of my torn-off mouth, and bit into the apple-flavored heart. I knew this would be a good summer. After all, I can always go for seconds.