Honey-golden, sticky sweet sunlight dripping slowly, caressing bare shoulders.   Shadows of rustling aspen leaves splashed across freckly-kissed cheeks, faintly sunburnt; eyes happily squinting in the glare.   Warm lilac scent, drifting calmly past like brief love. Heart healing, mending quickly, beating eagerly in the breast; new love is always welcome.   by Jessica Augustsson