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And They Call It Summer

Is this Summer?
And in which season am I?
What is the forecast inside me?
Will the winter wind howl at my face
or will the summer come to hit my heart?
In which season am I?
Because there are also the inner seasons
and our life is regulated by them
deeply and truly,
nothing else can be done...
There are sensations, emotions
the cold and warm we feel inside
lust for life or the desire to hibernate...
Who control them?
Who can understand?

Seasons are crazy,
but they will always come and pass by.
Those inside us are maybe less predictable
and can hold forever…

In which season am I?

Malmö, Sweden, Summer 2013 [Nikon D3200]