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She watched the birds around her sing. She watched the trees around her inhale the fresh air of spring. She also watched the little children play around happily on the rusty, old swings. 
She was wearing a pale, yellow dress. The season of sunflowers has not yet arrived, but here she was waiting for summer to come by. 

Why one might ask, would a girl be so eager to embrace the warmth of summer, when everything could be so perfect with the ocean of blossoming flowers? It’s quite simple, maybe, or perhaps not.

Summer is the season her father surprises her with ice cream; summer is the season she steps onto the soft sand nurtured by the red afternoon sunlight; summer is the season she feels free. 

Every other season of the year is not as good as the midnight summer breeze. Spring is too rainy, autumn is too windy, and winter is too lonely. Cold, cold, cold. 

Summer is the season her mother brings her to theme parks; summer is the season she truly felt the warmth taken away from her for nine months; summer is the only season she feels free.

She was wearing a pale, yellow dress; sitting on the freshly born meadow. She looked like a flower, finding its way across the vast field of green. She looked a bit lost like she didn’t know what to do in spring. Perhaps that’s the price you pay, for anticipating summer when the tiny newborn flowers just turned yellow.

 …But now that She grew older, things started to change. Her desperation for summer no longer made its presence. 

What has happened? Many things, many years. 

Now that She grew older, many things in life deem themselves to be more important than which of the four seasons is better. Now that She grew older, every moment of twelve months felt precious even if it was a blazing hot day or a lonely cold night. Now that She grew older, there was so much more to a cycle of four seasons than simply. 

The meaning of summer started to change. 

Now that She got older, summer wasn’t really about the fun times and enjoyment. 

Summer became the bridge to another school year.

Summer became the limited slot to an internship program.

Summer became more than just the sunflowers that made appearances in July.

Because as She grew older, time was like a person that just swiftly walks by.

But that’s okay-

It is now winter, the season of coldness.

She was still wearing a pale, yellow dress. The season of sunflowers has not yet arrived, but here she was waiting for summer to come by. 

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