I do not remember exactly when I first met Summer.
I only remember green eyes, the greenest I’ve ever seen.
She took my hand, and I was surprised by its warmth.
She wrapped me in her arms as we headed down the road.
I cannot say how many days I spent with Summer.
I can only say that they were long and lazy days, days that made you want to sleep forever and that made you never want to close your eyes.
I saw flecks of brown in her once green eyes, but I thought nothing of it.
I thought of nothing except Summer.
Her warmth, her smile, her whispers that hinted of something greater.
We walked a dusty road, sun-baked and empty.
I asked her why her eyes became more brown each day.
She kissed me and said; “Dot not think of it. We have a while yet. We have time.”
So we continued down the road.
One day, the last day, Summer fell. I caught her in my arms, and watched the last green in her eyes give into brown, then gold.
She whispered one last “I love you” and closed her eyes.
A winter rain fell on her face as Summer faded away in my arms.