Naked truths and hidden lies.

Under the seemingly beautiful, rich blue sky, devoid of any clouds, the sea danced. It swirled and twirled like how a cluster of birds flew in the sky; while the waves rode in the rhythmic percussion of the sea towards the shore, and into the moist, dirty brown sand before rushing back into the sea. Back and agian.

The sounds of squeals and laughter filled the air, flickering life into the scene as the children ran, leaving a trail of mothers screaming at the top of their lungs while they ran around like headless chickens.

It was summer.

The sun, a fiery orb of an orange-yellow inferno that owned the sky, scorching heat struck down. Sun-kissed skin shimmered under its intensity as people lay on the sand. Eyes closed, thrilled in the shower of the heat and blazing touch against their backs. Back in shade, however, sweat dripped as shirts and clothes clung to bodies; while throats ran dry, quenching for a drop of water.

Here, I breathed.

Scents rushed into my nose all at once: raspberry, strawberries, sweat, salt, watermelon. They cramped into my brain. It was overwhelming. I hated it. Despised it.

But, what did you expect?

I watched from my place as I sat in the shade of my umbrella. Love was everywhere. Family and couples, people moving in groups or in a pair. Never alone. Hands intertwined and smiling lips that stretched wide.

It was suffocating.

I hated summer. It was an illusion. Why couldn't they see it? The blazing red that screamed danger. Eyes of intense blue that were hidden in the fold of the waves... The veil of fake warmth that covered one's eyes from the visible truth.

Lies, I tell you! Wrong, I tell you!

Hidden Truths. With the eye, one will see what they want. A reflection of their happiness. An illusion projected into the world.

That what summer is.

--------- A disguise in nature ---------

What would happen though?

When the warmth is stripped away.

When the sun is snatched away.

And when...

Winter comes

And

Kills everything.

What would remain?

What would be the same?

As the nights come around

Staying for longer and

The cold rattles your

Bones,

How many would leave?

How many would stay?

In a place of cold,

And darkness,

And in a hopeless

Situation,

Would the laughter

Stop?

Would the smiles

And love stop?

Or would the

Naked truth

Be revealed?