It was when the temperature changed, the weather became sometime fierce, that we could finally register that the season was changing.
A certain time of the year, and the cycle keeps on going. The leaves fell, the freezing wind, the humidity, and then the leaves are blooming on the trees again. Almost the same. Almost.
Maybe the season cycles back. But our feelings often does not.
It was hot when they met, bugs screamed louder than thunder. Days melted into weeks, into months, then all became crisp. Once they could call a breath their own, it had manifested into billowing clouds, streaming from their mouths like dragons.
It was when the temperature changed, the weather became sometime fierce, that we could finally register that the season was changing.
A certain time of the year, and the cycle keeps on going. The leaves fell, the freezing wind, the humidity, and then the leaves are blooming on the trees again. Almost the same. Almost.
Maybe the season cycles back. But our feelings often does not.
It was hot when they met, bugs screamed louder than thunder. Days melted into weeks, into months, then all became crisp. Once they could call a breath their own, it had manifested into billowing clouds, streaming from their mouths like dragons.