บท 84: What A Small World!

The buzzing of insects mixed along nicely with the singing of various birds, the trees were full of vigour, sporting branches full of leaves, many even showing off ripe fruits, the avian wildlife couldn't resist such juicy goodness, rustling through and skipping around in the ambient heat casted by the oddly shaped sun up above.

Summer had began, life was thriving and the sun up above had taken on its usual form for the season, resembling a drop splitting into two, somehow, its light was now much, much warmer, only shades could be called fresh, the tall grass and flowers could serve as pockets of heat, the bare soil of the beaten up roads would scorch anyone daring enough to step upon it bare.