Moving on

This day was summer when the sun shone, and biting winter when clouds overtook the sky, a tumultuous mix of seasons in the span of an afternoon.

I enjoyed my morning walk today, as the Sun greeted me. I wonder if the Moon is on a monthly break today, or is unable to see me. There are no greetings exchanged.

I hear a faint, tearful voice say that I died this afternoon.

I saw seasons change

in a bat of an eyelid

moving on, ahead