Do you remember Summer? Now that we’ve passed the Winter Solstice, we’re over halfway to that glorious point when the sun is shedding its rays on our fair planet.
So, Summer, we anxiously await you.
I remember summer, when
The skies were bright and our hearts were too,
When the sun in our hair, and the blue in the sky
The birds flew there, and we left our aggravation
Our irritation and our malcontent
Back in the white snowdrifts of December,
Far behind us, as it were, forever.