SelfPub: Summer breathes

Summer breathes. Summer is gathering momentum. If you can hear me, I beg you, don't be sad. You see, the sun in the sky and the stars, dew and fog over the fields, summer thunderstorms and the pulling force of life do not give us the right to be sad about anything just like that! Do you see threads of gold, silver? You hold on to these threads of thin, summer songs, bursting, sonorous. Let's listen to them together! Summer is forever. Summer always lurks in warm meetings, grandmother's pies with fragrant jam, in a haystack, in a handful of raspberries, in old squares and cakes with cream. Summer is forever, summer is always in our dreams. Summer is a life worth falling in love with.