The Book of Summer

Let me tell you who she really is.

Because I often think she is a book
a delightful book I found one day
something that had been perched on the top of a cloud
where the angels live,
and a gust of wind blew her over the side
and she fell to Earth.

And I discovered her
at my feet
in surprise,
a book that had even filled the angels with a sense of wonder
and I picked her up and started to read her.

And it was an October day then,
wet, windy, dreary,
but as she unfolded her pages to me,
a summer light magically burst out of them,
swallowing me up,
swallowing up the whole world,
burning the grey sky above me
into a delicious shade of blue
and my heart could only get warmer
as I read more and more about her.

Why was I so charmed?
Because she was different.

And in knowing her,
she gave me so much more hope in life itself.