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Summer Love

Summer Love » One Direction

"Feels like snow in September."

That year, Summer couldn't wait any longer.

Impatience coaxes him into action. An unaccountable restlessness inspirits him to take the first step, the first sight, the first sough.

"You're early, brother." Spring sighs, and vivid orange poppies breathe to life. "Lost track of time?"

He feels the sweet, golden sunlight rouse with his arrival, and he beats around the bush, avoiding eyes and observing a trail of snails climb up a tree bark for their long nap.

"I grow frustrated on waiting."

"Patience is the pace of Nature." Ever the stoic in the face of difficulties, the elder one waves his hand resignedly, and a vernal wind brushes past, "You should learn to embrace it."

Regardless of the mellow tone, he knows his brother well enough to understand that's a chiding for his precipitous behaviour. So he keeps his head lowered in shame and deference, wondering whether to leave.

But Spring allows him to tag along for the remainder of his guardianship, and he follows obediently, thankful for his brother's equanimous nature.

The soft sun rays burn the longer he marks time. Soon, a steady buzz that had been absent for the cooler months fills the air—young bees seeking nectar-rich blossoms.

The early-spring flowers finish blooming, beginning to wilt away and pass the baton to the coterie of late-spring blooms to race into sultry days.

Together, the brothers guided them all.

Beside a glittering stream, wild quince sway to the rhythm of a light breeze, a flutter of butterflies spellbound to the frosted early bloomers and some lonely, callow fruits on it.

He exposes sunrays to them, and the ice crystals thaw off, the flowers yawning awake. He reaches a hand at a knobbly fruit clothed in grey fuzz when Spring intercepts.

"You don't want a prematurely sweetened fruit." Spring caresses the tree, and buds appear on the ends of its twiggy branches. "All good things come to fruition in grace, never with haste."

He nods his understanding.

After the last of his beautification and life-giving, Spring hands over the guardianship. However, it's only after giving him a cautionary look, making sure the message is received, that his brother leaves.

Once he's gone, Summer releases a long breath. Instantly, the temperate air grows hot.

His golden walk sets the evergreen carpeting ablaze with bright royal blue, a cluster of stars trailing his steps, while he serenades the honeysuckle breeze to lure the butterflies and hummingbirds. The trees, lush and full of promises, rustle snake-like to the rhythm of etesian, and upon their branches, the mice uncurl in their adopted roosts, pairs of birds bill and coo, and chicks break their shells shrieking in the nests. Peeking from the foliage, tangerines and nectarines blush at his sight, a few fainting to the earth when he walks past.

He strolls through the countryside, crossing aromatic mint fields, sweet corns cheering with their dry, brown tassels, and past the settlements brimming with the vibrancy of life. He likes watching the humans; he selfishly claims they look incandescent during his time.

The warmth of the sun against their colourful skins, the soothing of the etesian breezes against their light dresses and loose shirts, the sleeves rolled up, relaxing to a cold glass of lime or the sweetness of ice milk on their tongues.