The scorching sunlight not only sharpens the edges of every object but also forces a deep green into every leaf. The clear sky is immeasurably high, distinctly blue—yet even that blueness melts into a blinding glare under the intense light. Heat haze rises from the asphalt, making the world shimmer like waves; the downpour of light is so vivid that even the shadows have deepened, and the clouds drift across the sky, leaving only a white silence without cooling the world in the slightest.

Summer has arrived. Only then do I realize. I have been swimming in a swamp called love. A swamp where the more I struggle, the deeper I sink. A swamp that makes me willingly forget even the thought that I must escape.