Sumiyoshi’s skin was kissed by the sun like the gentle pecks that you’d always embellish on his complexion.

As spring bled into summer, changes went beyond the spike of heat, or the vibrance of the trees.

Such as the cries of a child in their first endurance of the day’s heat, the ample comforts of his beloved.

The landscape set before him was a breath taking brilliance of greenery, but nothing compared to his spouse, who of which soothed their baby's woes.