You summer, You winter

"these wonders far from us,

beyond our reach.

gifting us the

longing fall of eventide to touch the heavens. It draws farther, falling only in our dreams.

Perhaps,

it is what makes us long for it. That they hide. That is why they are stars."

.

Summer was the most fruitful of season yet came with its perks. It gave the tidings of aftermath rain and sprouting greens after all the dryness bestowed by cold.

Perhaps summer was best loved by her but not good for her. Her skin would itch with too much sebum. Her wide forehead roasted with sun rays and she wouldn't count the number of antibiotics she'll purchase for the old surgical wound with its infections.

She avoided mirrors in summer. She avoided going out in the afternoons, only evenings for reading and neither would it offer the comfort she expected as the mosquito population would boom at the temperature drop. Another one had whizzed past her ear and with a swift move, she had it crushed between her palm.