As I sit with a crackling fireplace,
The gloom of winter beats down on the
Poor animals who struggle to find shelter.
I sit twirling my thumbs with nothing
To do but think about the warmth
Of the summer sun glistening on my skin
While splashing in the salty water of the
Ocean and sand squishing between my
Toes. The presence of freckles on my face,
And hair as blonde as gold. Sitting with
A fruit drink in my hand,
Listening to the birds chirping in unison.
But then, I look out the window and see the snowflakes falling,
And my wished for summer calling.