Highways of buttercups and daisy chains yellowed the green earth, the sun scorched upon us a new dawn and sunflowers raised and turned their heads with worship, eating its fill of rays.

Ice cream vans sing their siren call, we chase it beneath treacled air like pavlov’s  dogs our tongues lolling out from our mouths.

The benches were stocked
full of couples, purchasing 
a kiss from the sun

belated post based on the prompt here