... in Idle Thoughts

You ponder summer. Where does it go in the winter. Is it sitting in a shack somewhere in the tropics, hiding out. Or does it just crawl under the fallen leaves in the yard and try to get some sleep. Does summer resent being banished or is it happy to be free to to do what it wants for a while. You wonder what summer would do if it had the opportunity and the motive. You wonder how far it would go.