what up guys? as you can see, i am back with yet another drabble. i swear i'm addicted to depressing drabbles from liet's perspective. enjoy guys!
The sounds of winter are always nice. A crackling fire, branches shaking from the wind outside. Sometimes , if you listen carefully, you can hear flakes of snow hitting the ground. But I've always preferred summer. Summer means the warmth of the sun and a friend's smile. It means lying in a field and listening to the birds sing and the grass whistle. It means happiness Whereas winter means the coldness of snow and the glare received for a dinner gone cold in the plain air. It means trekking out for wood through the snow and ice. It means the opposite of everything summer is. Summer is everything. Winter is nothing. Not anymore. Not to me.