Seasons.

My hands almost shook as fast as my heart. My arms shook and the light of the sun was shining through every mirror of the car. I could feel the sweat trailing down my forehead, as I clentched my hands together. I felt my hands become clamy. I put my knees against my chest, looking out the window into the long hot horizon. This was making my mind get off the things it needed to be. I'm glad it's summer. I can forget about the seasons, and everything else that happened in them.