Wild Summer Nights and Surreal Summer Days

Diving into the adventures of the moment, I've found myself in stange places over the past few days.
I've been in noisy bars mellow with beers. In flashy clubs with dancing horny drunk people in shiny clothes. Wandering quiet quaint streets with greens, jumping into greens, until the birds were chirping and it was suddenly dawn, laughing until our sides were aching and our bellies were scratched and our feet were dirty. (And that was all in one night.) Five ours later, we ate sushi for breakfast and sailed the day away, peaceful and tired in the hot june sun.
I've listened to electronic synthesized music in a white sound-proof room, drinking cafinated beer. Watched a soft core/murdering suspense from the late sixties. Swam in a pool under the stars and shared a shower at midnight.
I've dined fine food and sipped sweet wine, sharing freely of ourselves. Picked lavender and savoured the scent. Held hands and cuddled in the love of a friendship, rocked to sleep by the undulating ocean.
And the exhaustion of my body is incredibly worth it, but now I think I'm quite ready to fall asleep to the sound of soft summer rain.