The summer told him to speak his name, to spill words and thought like the sea on a crowded beach.
The summer told him to leave his cage and walk amongst trees.
The summer told him to regard the scents and sights of the world.
The summer told him to fall out from between the cracks.
But did the summer's words fall on deaf ears?
Did the summer fail to thaw winter's icy grip?
Could summer's questions be met with no whisper of reply?
The summer didn't know, but could only hope.
The summer opened a door and perhaps he walked through it.
Created: Jul 25, 2010Document Media