There’s a scent of summer in the air and a hint of sadness in her heart. But for once in ages, the sadness isn’t real. It’s only made out of the remains of all the past summers she spent crying. The sun was too bright to understand the darkness of her soul, only the rain could get her sorrow, and its drops matched her tears perfectly. But this year is different, this summer will be different. She wants to lay down in a poppy field, she wants to waltz with the wind, she wants hand-in-hand runs on a golden beach, she wants ice-cream flavored kisses under the stars. There’s nothing to be sad about any longer. She has life ahead of her, and for once it looks fucking beautiful. She just needs to learn how to love the sun again. She just needs to get used to happiness again.