This
day was summer when the sun shone, and biting winter when clouds overtook the
sky, a tumultuousmix of seasons in the span of an afternoon.

I
enjoyed my morning walk today, as the Sun greeted me. I wonder if the Moon is
on a monthly break today, or is unable to see me. There are no greetings
exchanged.

I
hear a faint, tearful voice say that I died this afternoon.

I saw seasons change

in a bat of an eyelid

moving on, ahead