There are days when my heart feels empty,
as if summer has long gone,
leaving behind a silent sky without sunlight.
I miss those mornings drenched in gold,
the sound of cicadas echoing through green leaves,
and the scent of vanilla ice cream melting
under the midday sun.
Back then, I thought summer would last forever —
like youth,
like promises that never fade.
But the years drifted on,
and summer became rare —
no longer living in bright June days,
but somewhere in memory,
where the heart still wants to believe
in warmth.
So I began searching for my summer —
not a season,
but a feeling.
It’s in a sudden smile,
a long, quiet hug,
or in someone’s gaze that reminds me
life can still be bright.
It turns out summer never truly disappears.
It only hides,
so we can learn to find it
even in the rain.
And when we stop searching outside ourselves,
when we open our hearts,
the sunlight will find its way
back home again. ☀️
