Everything

Summer was when it began. It was a surprise, an unexpectation, a great intervention. The person encapsulated behind the shadows of the past re-emerges as the shadow of the day; no longer hidden in the dark but walking in concordance with the sun. The night seems to have left forever or so she thought. The laughter was felt, the gaze lingered on as if to state the untold. But what of the gaze, is it truly the key to the encapsulation? What of it. What of it. No one knows but the sun. The sun being the master of all things will not yield the answer to warmth ever so easily. What is one to do; to wait for the next sunrise or to move on and seek artificial warmth in matches.