Bring me back to life

*A sunny day in Boston during one of the gloomy October days, 2005. *

I jumped. I laughed. I was fresh and young.
10 months has passed, I no longer see myself neither making the same face, nor jumping up high in the air.
So much had happened over my less than a year's stay in Boston, I witnessed the changes in weather, from days when the sun is out, and people with happy faces, to days when the city is covered with snow, so quiet, at times, there isn't a single soul on the street.
I need a break, a break from the glaring hot sun, the cause of my heartache. Give me some snow to cool the burnt-out heart. Bring me back to fall. To who I was.