Summer

My love for words, woods and the sun gave birth to this page. One night of year something-something, a woman is about to give birth a minute before the beginning of a new year. The sky begun to be painted in colors when I first went out to see the world. I was called Summer in the coolest land of my country because I always dress up in summer clothes. To everyone who loves the warmth and energy of summer, this page is dedicated to you. As the summer is full of life and vigor, so you are too! Read on!