Midsummer Night's Eve

"I almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days -- three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain." - John Keats. "Far away, across the chequerboard fields, we watched the last country bus of the day, slowly meandering back to town. We sat on the steps of the old caravan, drinking coffee and watching the sun go down, while slowly the lights in the village across the valley lit up. Paradise; found in a summer field."