[Drabble] Summer
I bask in the sun on the hottest day of the year while he drowses in the shade of the rotting gazebo. A book of military history is propped open on his slim chest, rising and falling with each breath. I contemplate the patterns the sun makes through the broken latticework on his silvery skin and the half dead garden. Suddenly, I have a vision of what could be; a garden full of life and laughter no matter the season and hold the thought tightly. When he wakes, I tell him of my plan and watch a slow smile spread.