What does summer feel like?

I am lying on my back under the lilac tree.  The sun is hot on my face, pricking my skin, like a thousand tiny needles.  Heat is pouring into me like sand from a jug, weighing me down.  I can see the inside of my closed eyelids, thin, pink lines race across the bright orange glow.  Intense flashes of light make my eyes hurt as the sun filters through the purple flowers.  The grass feels cool under the palm of my hands and slightly damp.  Every so often, the flashes become too intense, and I sit up and open my eyes.  The world is drenched in deeply saturated technicolour.  The grass is creme de menthe, the flowers are bubblegum pink and Lego yellow.  The sky is a deep, clear metallic blue, criss crossed with fluffy white vapour trails.

In the distance I can hear cheering from the football stadium, the sounds rising and falling on the breeze, sometimes obscured by the hum of mowers and shrieks of children playing.  Somewhere, an ice cream van is playing its tinkling tune, urging us to come and buy.  I lie back down and close my eyes, the sounds washing over me and the heat pinning me to my patch of grass under the tree.  I could stay here forever.

This is my interpretation of the DIY writing workshop prompt ‘Summer’.