I guess I find comfort in the summer because I can feel the warm air kissing the scars of my skin.
There are days when I pour words of hope onto my body until I am drenched in a passional comfort, waiting for the sunrise to wrap its arms around me, protecting my soul with a sheet of light.
Cruel winters and falls have broken me in horrible ways which cannot be mended with a simple touch of cold air. I never did enjoy the freezing arms of it smothering my chest while I begged for the sun to shine above my head.
And that is why each year I long for the occidental rays to whistle back around and shift my bones back into peace.
I long for drizzle of humid sweat beneath my neck while our holding hands leave a trail of our hot skin touching in the summer breeze.