She told me the seasons were changing. The sun was shining but it was not hot. I could feel a sense of irritability in the air. Breezy, calm, breezy, no one noticed, and no one cared at least not this day. Perhaps when one thinks about yet another change to endure, the water down t
he drain, or maybe the days gone by they will fret. It will turn cold; it will rain or maybe snow. Residing indoors hovering near a warm cavern of sorts will be utmost. Watch through your window, it will come, the night will last. She told me the seasons were changing. I told her, yeah I know. ~Patrick