Then summer came. A summer limp with the weight of blossomed things. Heavy sunflowers weeping over fences; iris curling and browning at the edges far away from their purple hearts; ears of corn letting their auburn hair wind down to their stalks. AND THE BOYS. The beautiful, beautiful boys who dotted the landscape like jewels, split the air with their shouts in the field, and thickened the river with their shining wet backs. EVEN THEIR FOOTSTEPS LEFT A SMELL OF SMOKE BEHIND!
Summer arrived with an overwhelming sense of life and abundance. The heavy sunflowers drooped over fences, and irises began to wilt far from their vibrant blooms. The corn plants appeared to be languishing under the sun, their auburn tassels cascading down towards their stalks, signaling a season of ripeness yet weariness.
Amidst this lush backdrop, the boys emerged as bright points of energy. They filled the fields with their joyful shouts and splashed about in the river, their glistening skin reflecting the sunlight. Their presence was intoxicating, even leaving behind a scent reminiscent of smoke, marking their vibrant existence in the landscape.
