This season always comes unexpectedly. The roar of clouds brings a few wet and hot rain curtains, and spring is swallowed up in the overwhelming heat of summer.
I heard the world fall into a rustling symphony, the day was stretched out by the light and shadow, and the night was fighting in the chirping of cicadas.
Cicadas startle half of the pond and chase the remaining spring, always disturbing the evergreen and always midsummer.
Intention: happy and joyful