summer*

Summer is one of my favorite time of the year and my favored season next to Christmas. In my life, summer means vibrant colors, happy adventures and special people.

I had many colorful and exciting april-may stories. The best is about Summer.

Remembering Summer.

We met in an eden at the middle of the metro where
chirping birds and noisy crickets are odd music to the ears,
tall grasses and big trees are uncommon sights
moonlight and starry sky are rare scenes.

Summer captured my attention at first smile. The meeting was unplanned. Circumstances were both a surprise and a discovery, both unfolded beautifully. For one heart was asking fate many questions and another soul was searching for directions.

Indeed it was rare, free fall, innocent love.

We made beautiful music under the heat of the blazing sun. We walked countless times along with vibrant summer blooms. In the serenity of our eden, we shared our life stories-- the struggles of winning, the pain of losses, tireless searching, the joy in finding. And while enjoying the harvests of the season, two hearts discovered the magic , the bliss of falling in love.

After many years, the memories of summer linger not anymore with pains of separation, no more struggles of letting go and empty of difficulties of moving on. These days, I remember Summer with his gentle heart who taught me to love genuinely to the point of setting free.