57. Life Without You

Summer. When the sun shines brightly throughout the day. Heatwaves after heat waves hit the poor soils of the earth's crust. The trees bear fruits and the grasses lose colour. Rainfall tumble down night after night cleansing the red roofs of Wu Palace and the houses in the Capital. Lightning strikes like a sparkly ribbon being hurled by a brothel dancer. Thunder sounds as if the world is plugging down in pieces. Sometimes it is peaceful and other times it just gets worse. Nevertheless, the days move on longer than usual as each bide farewell never to be experienced again.

Then Fall follows. Flooding the world with layers of leaves. The surroundings bit by bit loses their appearance. Flowers wither and green grasses die. Fewer animals appear for a new season is to be born. One with much more torment.

That is Winter. Where the unpleasant weather is reinforced with much gloom. The skies are rid of the sun. It fills up with a thin blanket of fluffy white greyish clouds that remain up cover