A Summer Afternoon

Laziness hung in the air, muffling the sounds of far off children shouting, screaming, dancing through the sun's party streamers. By the trickling winding river a dog yapped then panted. He snuffled in the water trying to escape the heat that licked his pollen covered coat.

In the fresh, springy grass butterflies gave chase, throwing the sunlight off their pure white wings, startled only by the light breeze that fends off the heat waves. Soon the bees will arrive, their humming will send the daisies to sleep, their heads drooping to the parched earth. Only awakened by the thunder of feet and the crack of ball on bat.Amateur cricketers, footballers, tennis players throw them selves in to the game. Though they too are soon overwhelmed by the suns dry, fallow heat. A man, tall, slender, unscrews the cap of his water and drinks, it is like an oasis in his mouth drowning out the acrid taste of heat.  The cars aren't moving today, they too are basking in the dusty, lazy heat free from work, free from heat, free from everything. Above them the unlucky aeroplanes still work though they simply meander across the sky. Leaving their fluffy trails behind them, pillows for the ambitious birds that attempt to tackle the suns rays.
Above them all the sky watches, not moving today, it merely watches the games, the fun the world. Even the sun relaxes, content to watch its spell work over the once hectic world.