Silda looked at me, over the edge, back at me again then said, “Is that it?”
I gritted my teeth and exhaled in exasperation. “It never is, once you seal the circumstances by asking a question like that.”
I am left to wonder why people insist on asking questions that nature may answer sarcastically or ironically by its own accord.
Things to do INNNNN SUMMMMMMEEEEEER! (Hope you got the Frozen reference):
I may be your sun
But someone else will give you flowers
and beautiful weather
And different shades of leaves summer cannot.
If it still does not work after that
And winter’s a lonely time to be by yourself
Keep on waiting;
Soon someone will bring you birds that sing
Trees a lush of green
Flowers gently waking up
And dark, heavy clouds subsiding.
You don’t have to turn on that light anymore
Because from your windows, you’ll see
The dawn, the sun rising
Melting every haunted memory away
Making everything new again
Making you new again.
She’ll bring you
What summer and fall can offer
More than what I or anyone can offer
And she’ll melt
every sadness of winter away.
She will be the most beautiful thing you’ll ever see.
Teas and stars. Aren’t they the same?
How they will be there at the end of the day, pouring in slowly to announce the night. One ripples, one blinks, both heaven sent, none failing. They soothe you in undeclared ways and make you forget about the day behind and the day ahead, even just for a little while. The tea warms the lonely cold inside, and the stars illuminate the tired, sleeping night. You do not sleep, the tea and the stars keeping you company. You try to understand some of their mystery, but nothing seems to come close. The tea grows cold and the stars dim while sleep comes slowly throughout the night; and when at last both are gone, you know it is time to sleep.