Longs for Summer 2014
The sun hides behind a cloud and he transcends back to his room. He looks at the familiar snow on the ground, now frozen until the next warm day. A chill runs through his body as thinks about Winter. December, January, February and part of March; only half-way through. Another six weeks and he should be in the clear, he concludes.
The sun hits his cheek and wipes out the chill. He begins to plan when he can set-up the backyard. The first of March, maybe the second. He's not the only one who's planning, he imagines, gardeners also wait patiently for the first purchase of seeds, mulch and potting soil. He recalls the green of Summer: alive, needing to be fed, nourished and watched. He dreams of heat, children playing in the sprinklers, eating ice cream and running barefoot in the grass. One day -- soon -- this superior season will be here again. For now, he revels in the delicacy of the snow, placing wood in the fireplace and swiping the first match.