A Broken Summer Rhythm | FINAL

    I could only see her stunning brown eyes in person at summer camp each year. When fall came, we parted, teary eyed, and promised to keep in touch. The amber and crimson leaves, detaching themselves from the tree they would never forget. Winter, we would expel the frost over FaceTime and hot chocolate with marshmallows.
    Spring rolled around, and we started blooming like hyacinths, longing for summer to arrive. And every summer solstice, we would reunite, joy expelling the heat in the air. We danced to this rhythm annually, until that one summer it cut off, unexplained, and jagged.