Chapter Fifty Eight

HELENA'S POV

A warm summer is more a discipline than a gift. The agonizing intensity makes us anxious and dormant.

The period between first light and dawn is a wonderful sight. The nightfall scene is the most engaging. The quiet and peaceful environment, the cool and supporting environment, and the invigorating breeze mitigate our spirits. The sweet peeping sound of birds seems, by all accounts, to be the most charming.

The splendid, delightful light of the sun moves quickly over the world as I open the entryway. I feel perfect, the sun is sparkling. The air smells similarly as wonderful as a local Grill. I know it is going to be a decent day. I keep on strolling yet at a sluggish speed. It's such a delightful day out that I need to notice and take in all that nature brings to the table for the afternoon. The sun is feeling astonishing as a warm cover on a chilly day, I keep on hearing the water of the wellspring falling once more into the stream it emerged from.

I see a gathering of