I think it's about time for the snow melt. Craving the suns rays that I've felt in July and elongating days. Push the clouds away with the back of my hand because I want nice blue skies. Attack the ice with sunlight. Summer hibernates inside us through the winter, and there is still always a piece of her inside me. Announce the weight is off my shoulders. I notice the bounce in my gait.
She is stowed away but never thrown away even on the coldest of days.












