The smallest slit in the sea of clouds allows for a split second of sunlight.
This sliver of summer feels more like a memory, or a dream–
Yet I am living it.
I reach for its reality,
but there is nothing to touch
and it’s not much,
but I wear the warmth like a lion wears its coat of fur.
My insides roar as I brace the cold,
Now brave enough to face it for once on my own.