Hot afternoons, quiet evenings. Silent trees, waiting to be caressed by the wind. Standing tall, from the moment the sun filters through the windows, till the sky prepares for bed with the starry blanket. Dry crunchy leaves on the sidewalk. A bunch of birds. Restless insects, hanging clothes. Tender coconuts, drying throats. Noon naps and the lullabic sound of fan the blades. Small errands in the scorching heat. Sticky skin, wet riverbank. Flowers staring at the ground. A backyard summer.