I can already feel the sweltering summer sun even through the alluring breeze of Spring. Burning, melting, destroying the period of icy death that once enveloped the earth, forcing in life, only to take it away again. It shows that the sun is almighty, urging on flowers and trees then making them wither with dry heat, dry enough to take the water away from the world and make the grasses grow withered and brown, the pool all the more alluring, and the world hotter than hell.

I'm grateful for the spring breezes.