This book is written over the sunlit May, a lackadaisical June, a warm July, and a somewhat nostalgic August of 2023. While a golden filter was cast upon everything and sunflowers were tucked neatly in a corner and as the small window in my room flooded it with sunlight, I wrote these lines. Summer is carried in us in the little fragments of the joys that we steal from paper planes and summer vacations, and clouds sailing across the sky. The sunsets, the memories, the blessing that is sunshine generously poured into your existence and life comes easily to you. I hope you can find a piece of yourself in these verses.