Think about summer and think about spring and winter, autumn. All those little tiny things that we can't see because we're too busy or running late. Distracted. Afternoons that could have been spent in the sun or laughing at rain. It's a promise I make to the day ahead. Imagination. Because I know summer will glisten in my eyes once again. And from my window chirp wrens, hopping from blossom to blossom. When I think about tomorrow.