Winter had scarred us, cold and harsh conditions made us seem like ghostlike creatures. Away from the sun, lit up only by the fire that we light.
I am ready for loading up on the rays of this continuously exploding ball of gas in the sky.
I linger around, waiting for the shine to light me up. I am almost invisible to take naked eye, translucent and not recognisable by everyone that knows my appearance in summer.
So here I stand, looking into the clouds, looking out for my dangerous friend in the sky.
Come light me up.