I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.
Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August.
Let us dance in the sun, wearing wildflowers in our hair...
Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.
Summer has a flavor like no other. Always fresh and full of adventure.
One must maintain a little bit of summer, even in the middle of winter.
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.