Waiting for Summer in December.

"I spend every december
searching for traces of summer
in a world that only knows winter."

Kayd is a man made of unspoken words.

The kind that linger in his throat,
heavy with meaning,
yet never brave enough to be spoken aloud.

So instead, he writes them.
In notebooks.
In unfinished letters.
In the empty spaces between lonely nights and quieter mornings.

But when someone who feels like summer enters his december,
Kayd begins to wonder
if some words are finally meant to be heard.