I love summer, and I love summer nights. Or rather, nightfall. I love going outside to sketch or read a book. I like to find a quiet spot and immerse myself into the story. And then sometimes, when both the weather and the story are so fine that I seem to be in a space out of time, I lift my head and find that suddenly the stars have already come out and dusk is settling in. I adore those moments.
Some of my favourite stories are those of Shakespeare, and I've been reading them ever since my early teens. It greatly increased my love for both storytelling and the English language. And so all of these elements found their way into this little piece.
The eye of man hath not heard,
The ear of man hath not seen,
Man's hand is not able to taste,
His tongue to conceive,
Nor his heart to report,
What my dream was.
A Midsummer Night's Dream