YOU’RE MY SUMMER VIBE!
Streets of Vienna during summer is a pure vintage bliss. The magnificent sun shows up on time, radiating its energy and warming the earth. Crowded cafes and gigantic artistic buildings are an asset. People roaming in their vibrant summertime clothing makes us believe the world is getting a lot more poetic in time. And I Violet an ardent lover of this occasion. This season has unbuttoned my heart by offering me Oliver. Oliver is a summer child. He is a synonym of beauty. He is young and witty. And has the energy of a Golden Retriever. He wears vibrant printed shirts and embroidered denim bottoms with floral sneakers. He is a living poet. And I was blessed to own his heart. I want to put my mind on a past mode, I want to revisit the day we let the sea drench us with love. He calls it, “L’Amour Jour” which means a day of love. French has always been his romantic language.
April 22, 2022 was such a summer day. After a day of knitting strawberry stuffies, I was all set for our date. I wore a lavender pastel sunflower chic top paired with pistachio cotton pants. Hair curled and decorated with my Ocean claw clips. Turquoise jewellery and Jumbo rings added more life to the outfit. A macramé sling bag with the vintage novel, my grandpa’s head scarf, coolers, sunscreen lotions and yellow sandals completed the Vibe. Bicycle rides with loud Vanessa Paradise’s French vocals lead to the gates of heaven. 7th Street, Shop 18 and 25 are my favourites, where I buy my fresh baked croissants, doughnuts and White Roses. The voice of the sea calms my awaiting heart. The long awaiting brown eyes of Oliver call out my name. ‘OLIVERRR!’ I called out his name and ran towards the little date camp he had made for us with Turkish carpet. He welcomed me with his arms opened wide. I crashed on him and we broke into wholesome laughter. Our eyes fixed on each other. ‘You came!’, Oliver exclaimed. ‘Yes, I did! ‘I said full of love. I gave him the White Roses which was similar to his white shirt. ‘Oh, my White Roses! Thanks a million, Violet!’, said Oliver. ‘Well I have something too, he added. My eyes widened with joy. He took out a bottle of fine red wine and placed it in my hands. ‘I bought croissants and doughnuts’, I flexed.
“PUURRFECT! “, we said in unison. Food always brings us together. The sun was about to set. He took me to the waves and we admired the sunset while he whispered his poems in my ears. I built sand castles while he made a necklace with seashells. Rays of the orange Sun gleamed on his face and he was no less than a Greek god. ‘Violet! Would you like to visit somewhere special with me? Somewhere only I know? , he asked. I would even fly with him to the moon if he asked me with his Husky voice.
‘Sure! ‘, I said the instant. There was a hidden wine yard nearby. He set the carpet beneath the bunch of hanging grapes. He poured wine and I served the doughnuts. We listened to old classics and Oliver talked about the Mohammad Darwish poetry he read recently. I was keenly listening to his words. “They asked do you love her to death? I said, “Speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life”, ‘My favourite poetry’, said him. We lay down watching the Grapes. Invisible words were floating in the air and be pretended not to care. I made the move. I rested my head on his hairy chest, counting the buttons of his shirt. He played with my curls and kissed my fingernails. “You Are My Summer Vibe”, I said.” And I want to own all your summers”, said Oliver. “For the rest of our lives! For the rest of our lives!”, we vowed to each other.
Evenings are high on love! That’s what Oliver says and I couldn’t agree more. A cool breeze had the power to set our souls on fire. Our eyes made us conquer our lips. I traced his face and called him ‘my moon', he smooched my eyebrows and called it ‘His route to life’. We surrendered ourselves to the magic of love. Our bodies collided and unlocked the doors of universes just like wormholes. We travelled across the stars and spotted the scars on our skin which reflected the Craters of the moon. Every part of our souls was swapped and bound to be together for an eternity. Yes! Summer taught us how to love!
That’s all about the chapter! ‘, the teacher said. ‘That’s it?’, I questioned all disappointed. ‘Yes, Daisy! Poetic isn’t it? And students it’s a real story!’, said the teacher.
‘WOWW’, the whole literature class exclaimed.
‘Oliver and Violet married that summer and lived there happily ever after for the rest of the summers just as they vowed. Unfortunately, Oliver was soon to reach the heaven’s gates. So every year Violet visited his grave and read her diary page about their ‘L’Amour Jour’ on their anniversary. The lesson was its brief adaptation, she explained stirring the curiosity in us.
‘So students, I hope this summer is in your favour and have a great vacation!’, the teacher bid bye and left the class.
While I Daisy, wondered all day about how cupids have always been busy with others lives and not mine!