The breeze sweeps through my hairand pulls aside the curtain of leaves above meallowing sunshine to fall, gracefully onto my face.I close my eyes and listen as the hammock sways me gently.With a bold splash someone divesinto the relieving cool of a backyard pool.An insect hums and chirps while lounging on a leaf.A lawn mower putters and roars as it begins to hack awayat a mighty forest that’s been allowed to growfar too long.My dog beneath the hammock pants contentedly.Somewhere near a happy laugh celebrates freedomfrom school for many weeks to come.And then I hear a tinkling like the music at a fairy ball.For ages that very sound has attracted kidslike moths to a flame.I jump to my feet and set out at a sprinttowards the iconic ice cream truck.With every step my flip-flops snapas my feet pound against the asphalt.Although the peaceful trance is broken I still love no song morethan the soundtrack of summer in full swing.