As he watched the summer sun burn his skin to a darker shade of brown, he went into a reverie and saw his life like a flashback. The sun burns, the rains come to soothe for a second only to give the reins back to the sun, fall comes as a twilight between the two extremes of summer and winter; spring remains a dream in a land far away.

The blossoms of spring brought colorful cheer to life that had been rather dreary and in need of new flowers. The colors brightened life and the wayward life became worthwhile in the light breeze; love was in the air, love that made life seem so sweet like the taste of nectar of the blossoming flowers, only the bees knew the taste till then.

Summer came with the bright sun, everything looked brighter. The sun bathed one with the salty sweat of lovemaking, afternoon lulls were not for new lovers, and the nights were too short. The summer sun was blocked by dark clouds and midnight came for most in the middle of the afternoon but the new lovers shone brighter and were drenched in the sweet rain drops, however hot the drops seemed at first but the heat of passion was never bothered. 

 The remnants of summer were still felt in early autumn but things started falling from the highs of summer; winter was approaching too. Love, in a dip, resembled the ups and downs of the season; new love was not new anymore with time taking its due.

 Winter with the never ending nights came with a mood of melancholy. The days were too short and the sun was a shadow of the summer and its glory days. The long nights were not for lovemaking but an unbearable wait for the sun which didn't always come out. Life became a gray affair with the cold, the chill and the darkness, darkness that seemed never-ending. Life became a drag.

 As he still burned in the summer sun his thoughts got stuck on the long wintry nights; nights so long that they have pervaded the summer. When he looked up at the summer sun he was not buoyed by the yellow but saw a blind spot of blackness. "I'll never see a spring blossom again," he thought.