[Seasons: Summer IX]
Summer is the hope of winter. And it’s the promise of autumn.
Leaves fall in Autumn. So does everything else, it seems.
The sun falls.
The temperature falls.
And seeds fall.
Spring is the boarding announcement; it tells all the seeds that fell before winter that now is the time. Either board now or be left behind. Summer is take off.
And then summer offers the conditions within which each of those tiny packages of DNA can thrive. If summer doesn’t arrive with it’s long, warm days, seeds are never afforded the opportunity to grow to maturity. Future generations cease to exist. The promise of the future embedded in every seed is fulfilled in summer. That’s why summer has within it a sigh of relief—the promise of autumn is fulfilled.
Thank you, summer.
