It Burns!

Picture by Maxwell

It Burns! 

"Why." 

Nearby the carnival played Walking on Sunshine by Katrina & The Waves. Colorfully dressed people walked to and fro from stall to stall, buying various season collectibles he considered tacky. It was as if everyone were in a music video advertising the season he despised: the hot, blistering season of summer. He could already imagine the camera obnoxiously zooming on yellow dresses and vanilla ice cream cones.

"At least I have you," he murmured to the tree he sat under, hoping to drive anyone sane away from his irritated mood (he did this by yelling to the tree whenever someone attempted to approach him).

But really, it was futile as the fire cookie above seemed content on forcing him to walk on its sunshine. Not even the leaves provided comfort, as the sun's rays pierced through its plant-like barrier. Or perhaps they opened way intentionally?

I feel the love, I feel the love...

Even the song attempted to coerce him into joining, lyrics sung with jubilant glee!

He was suddenly hit by a wayward water balloon.

"Sorry mister!" 

"Joy."

He sighed. He didn't really mind, he supposed. The happy smiles that everyone exhibited (minus the crying child near the toy stall) slowly gave way to a small smile forming on his face.

But, of course, he still enjoyed winter more.