Lingering hope at summer's end

As the summer is out and the festivities have gone, there is a lingering loneliness in the air. Season is changing and another winter is on the doorstep. The cycle of the universe will not come to an end, and neither will this solitude of mine come to an end any sooner. The biting cold is imminent and bracing for it is the only option. In my heart, there is a hope that next summer will bring with it another summer memory. A memory that may banish this aloneness to its isolation.