Mar 1
February is already warning us. The sun stands fierce in the afternoon sky, promising the scorching months ahead. Yet I walk through it untouched — no sweat, no complaint.
But when evening arrives, when the sun retreats and the cold breeze begins its quiet song, something strange happens. The heat finds me in the dark.
Under a calm night, with gentle winds at the window, I reach for the fan — not because the world is warm, but because I am.
Maybe some heat doesn’t come from the sun. 🌙
#FebruaryNights #ChangingSeasons #MidnightThoughts #IndianSummer #QuietObservations #NightReflections #PoeticPost
