Bohemian Summer.

Walking down the street, with a swishy dress, sandals and flowers in my hair. Craving the wind, and feeling the heat on your shoulders is what i want more than anything right now. The weather keeps teasing us, with random spurts of sunshine, and when you get dolled up for a day in the heat.. its misleading and secretly cold, so you end up miserable because you didn't wear enough clothes.
I want feathers, chimes, draping dresses, fields of daisies and the sun to be out all the time. I want to walk bare foot on warm sand and listen to sounds of waves. Relaxation, meditation and music which forever sounds like Fleetwood Mac should be every day occurrences. Tassels, flowers, festivals, tambourines, long hair, cosmic energy, desert walks, guitars and lazing in open space. I feel so upset Ive missed out on it all, the times of Bohemia, the times of the hippies and the times of being free. Recreated within today as a fashion accessory. i don't want to look bohemian, i want to be it. I want to be there where it all happened.. where it was all real. How is it possible to go from such a place in time.. to this?
I'm rambling now, so I'm going to drown my sorrows and play a bit of The Beach Boys, to reminisce and think about summer.