SelfPub: I think if you wake up...

It seems to me that if you wake up early, early, when it is still only the first, such rare rays of the sun break through from under the heavy gray clouds, when the lost wind wanders along the paths in the old park and the sleepy world is still so fresh and lazy, you can see how Summer, collecting the remaining flowers and herbs, says goodbye to nature and, leaving, rustles weightless silk skirts, leaving a subtle, barely distinguishable aroma of tenderness and warmth.