Sometime in Late July

There are days when the Sun is a stifling furnace flame and the birds keep you awake and the flies never seem to leave you alone. Then there are days when the wind lifts you off your feet and the birds dedicate their songs to you and the Sun in the sky is just warm enough to remind you of how much the world has to offer.

I wrote this on one such lazy afternoon, sitting in a lonely guard room in the middle of the forest. More of a descriptive,contemplative piece. I tried to describe everything as I experienced it, shadows on my book, the soft sounds of birds. Even something mundane like a spiderweb seemed so purposeful and enchanting as it reflected the sunlight. As tranquil as it all was, it had a bittersweet feeling and it somehow felt like it was too late to be appreciating everything - the leaves were falling from the trees and Summer was already saying its goodbyes (or 'see-you-next-years').

"Go to sleep darling till the summer comes again."