Spring is the season of life restored. Growing afresh, shining an innocent new face on the world. Summer is the time of life in full. Burning hot and moving forward. Lazy slow, perhaps, but never stopping.
  In spring we notice life more because it is not so common and we have missed it so long. Come summer, so often a body fails to notice the world, completely saturated in living. The pulsating warmth of life oft goes unnoticed until it fades away. Nothing is left but the memories of leaves and the visages of raw earth.
  While summer lasts it is fire. Green, wild and all-enveloping. Seemingly eternal while it remains. And yet it passes and leaves only memories its sultry enveloping beauty..