A walk up Old Peak Road to the top of the island. A thought about our dusty sunbeams pouring happily, heavy, through the leaves. A step to the beat, a nod to a note left suspended, scattering recklessly, joyfully, abandoned to the air – a joy which only spring understands, a freedom which only summer can explain.

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