When the rain falls, we watch from the window, waiting for the day to emerge from under water. The grey skies fall across our world like heavy blankets, smothering the morning.
The cold wind blows and reminds us of winters where the world is narrowed into the smallest distances between here and there, and kept distant behind windows and walls and on the outside of thick clothing.
We need this summer to remind us of the feel of the sun on our faces and the gentle touch of a breeze on bare skin.
In summer, the world grows around us, green and plentiful, giving us places to go and the time to get there. The world is once more within touching distance, close enough for its scents and birdsong to be everywhere.
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