Twilight
There were four seasons in South Park: winter, still winter, even more winter, and summer. Summer, though brief, was Kyle's favorite. Not because of the freedom from school, or even because it was a reprieve from the otherwise constant snow. It was because he could stay outdoors long into the evening without needing to encase himself in multiple layers of clothes.
It wasn't really that he minded needing the extra warmth most of the year; but there was just something so uplifting about being able to feel the sun on your face and grass under your feet, to swim in Stark's Pond rather than skate on its frozen surface. It was like stepping out of their usual world and into an entirely different plane of existence for a month or two - a place where all worries could be put aside for a time, leaving only relaxation and contentment in the wake.
At least, that was what Kyle would have liked to believe; but that image of summer was broken every time Cartman opened his big fat mouth.
The fatass and Kenny were bickering about something as usual, though Kyle had no idea what about nor did he have any desire to find out. He let out a long sigh, wishing they'd just shut the hell up and let him enjoy the peace, but of course he'd never say as much, because then Cartman would assuredly put actual effort into pissing him off.
Trying to ignore the two, who seemed to be vying for dibs on the food they'd packed for the day, Kyle turned his attention from the pond's shore to its center. There was Stan, floating on his back, doing the occasional flip or handstand or other acrobatic trick. As he surfaced from his last flip, he noticed Kyle looking his way and grinned.
"Hey dude, come on, the water's not that cold!"
Kyle just laughed and shook his head. He'd been swimming earlier and had since dried off, but the sun was beginning to set. He had no intention of walking home cold and wet.
Just then, a flash of orange sped through Kyle's peripheral vision. If Cartman's whiny shrieks and declaration of "Screw you guys, I'm going home!" were any indication, it seemed Kenny had managed to pry the food from the other's pudgy fingers and make his great escape. Good for him.
Kyle sighed again, but this time, it was accompanied by a smile. Ah, peace and quiet. No shrill disturbances during his favorite time of day.
He liked watching the transition from day to night well enough year round, but being able to lay outside and watch the shifting colors without the worry of frostbite... that was the greatest part of summer.
Fiery gold raced along the horizon, setting off pink and violet tinges just above. As the sun itself disappeared, all the bright colors danced and merged, diffusing upwards into blue. When these colors dipped too low to be visible anymore, they left in their wake the sight that Kyle had been waiting for.
Blue. From pale cornflower at the edge of the sky, every shade of blue streamed upward, bleeding into indigo far, far above.
And somewhere, in those millions of shades of blue, was the one that matched his favorite pair of eyes. The ones he dared not gaze into for too long, for fear that they might catch something in his own eyes. But he could gaze at the sky for as long as twilight remained.