And she had stories like sailors at sea. nSights and sounds that I'll never see and I'll never hear.nI'll never know. nnTired of white knuckles and cracked skin. nI think it's about time for the snow melt. nCraving the suns rays that I've felt in July and elongating days. nnPush the clouds away with the back of my hand because I want nice blue skies. nnAttack the ice with sunlight. nSummer hibernates inside us through the winter, and there is still always a piece of her inside me. Announce the weight is off my shoulders. nI notice the bounce in my gait. nAnnounce the wait is over and notice the bounce in my gait. nShe is stowed away but never thrown away even on the coldest of days.nnYou melt away the marks of frigid nights, of frigid nights.nnSo I'll await her return - as I have done before.