Fuubutsushi

The days were growing longer. He had to wake minutes earlier every day to ensure he would have the pleasure of hearing the morning chorus, from birds who were now practicing their mating calls and gathering materials for nests. The sun was beginning to cast a glimmer of hope across the lake, and it stirred memories of the late summer nights with his friends where they would drink and share stories after a day of swimming and sunbathing. All of the newly blossoming flowers had perfectly sweet aromas that filled him with joy. Summer was on its way, and he just couldn’t wait for its return.