And so, suddenly, it was May again. A warm breeze blew across the garden and in through the window, mingling with the bright sunshine that set the sky alight. There’s barely a second of time that isn’t heralded by birdsong from the rooves and treetops. My room’s slowly being decorated with the dandelion seeds that are flying in through the window; but on days like this, things like that don’t matter. In fact, it even feels like a good thing. I’d sleep on a bed of them, if I could - because, at long last, it’s summer. A time of year when everything, including me, can shine…
Drifting Clouds and Drifting Seeds
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