When it was winter I chased spring. Eagerly awaiting the flowers and leaves on the trees. Come spring I chased summer. Couldnt wait for the sound of crickets and star gazing on warm nights. Now its summer and I am chasing fall. Anxious to pick pumpkins and hear the cackling of witches on chilly nights. Its as if Im just hunting a ghost. I think I will be more productive and happy come next season. But I planted a garden that died, I have only gazed at the stars once this summer. I think I am in a funk. I cant tell you why because I havent a clue.
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 01:13:33 +0000
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