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Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring. These four words conceal multitudes of varying meanings and contain infinite worlds within this reality.

A hot afternoon spent lying on the soft sand, the sun shining its beaming rays.

The falling colours of sunset that decorate the sidewalk.

The softness of a knit sweater, the wind moving about like a January Pentecost.

Soft rain plummets onto the tender grass, a fragile flower blooms.

A promise made under the grand oak tree where they placed themselves, an oath taken with a clear sky above. The beginning of a bond they said would last the rest of our lives.

It lasted 144 days.

The grey clouds clustered, and the once brilliant blue vanished; replaced by smoke and mirrors.

A chill runs down an exposed section of his back, paralyzing nostalgia taking hold of his memory.

He builds a shelter in his thoughts.

He wonders, he wonders, he wonders.

After all, change finds everyone.

It finds you, and then it leaves you.

Before you can react, nothing is the same.

What was, no longer is.

Take a step.

Walk ahead.

Start.