Seasons fade; it's just that thing that seasons do. Spring flows away like the gentle breeze that fell the old leaves from the tree in the park. So why should I talk about the hustle bustle that the oncoming months will bring..all the heat and sweat, the hurry and the worry... will I scurry to get everything in its place. For years this has been the month when I can sit back and relax, just watch time go by, no schoolwork, no assignments to bother my isolated state of affairs. As if I were given this time to breathe, and to choose whether to look ahead or behind time or to submerge myself in this current and let it take me elsewhere.
"I want to live at the center of a circle, I want to live at the side of a square."
Like riding a bicycle with no worry about the rainy weather, as the scent of fresh apples on both sides of me scintillates my senses. There is no specific destination for this journey, just my clandestine tittle-tattle with Her. Nature. On that empty road I ride all alone, let that warmth wash all over me.
