The dreary cold that seeps into your bones is slowly fading away.
Summer is the moment of light, surrounded by restless winds that bring the cool evenings with them.
The light lingers, reluctant to go.
The winter battered eyes have long grown weary of the brown and the yellow.
The little green leaves creep up mischievously when no one is looking.
When you close your eyes to hear the wind, it strikes a higher note this time.
It is no longer the empty sound rushing over vast, barren lands.
You hear the heaviness and the fluttering.
The sun runs, and the moon sweeps the blanket over the world in one flowing move.
As the day ends, you look up and see the diamonds sparkling with all their might.
You don’t mind standing out in the open.
It is winter no more and the cruel winds are not lurking behind every leafless tree.