Spring time is open for accepting seeds in clean, well sowed beds. Careful attentiveness with frequent watering and just the right amount of sunshine promises growth at this early crucial time in life. Earth's embryotic development slowly gestates day by day, as the plants from a mixture of dirt and devotion reach up through the surface to greet the weather on the planet's surface. Will the seedlings reach maturity, one has to wonder, or will they be part of a food chain beyond any control you can offer? Only nature has the answer to this question.
Bright painted bodies entice the young crowd. Different animals of many colours dance around and around. Children become excited and jump up and down waiting for their turn. One girl tugs gently on the ruffle of her skirt in anticipation of her turn. Finally, the tickets are handed to the man who runs this amusement ride, a staple at any fair. Lights twinkle and smiles are beaming, as the music begins and the dreamy dance ensues. The carousel embraces children of all ages and puts a sparkle in their innocent glowing eyes.
Rich shiny waves roll in effortlessly, one after the other. Foam forms on wet sand darkened by continuous moisture. Small pebbles and shells are spit out and seaside treasures revealed by the swelling salty water. Glistening footprints appear after beach goers walk by. Crabs appear in small pools with seaweed tousled onto rocks by changing tides. Branches of trees are silky soft by their confrontation with the ocean. Sandcastle construction is underway and evident by discarded pails and shovels. Seagulls hover overhead longing for that sandwich you may leave behind for them.
The brown rug covered stair case was steep and looked as it always had since I was a child. The second floor of this building always held a mystery for me, I thought, as I ascended the steps one by one. I could image people from decades past by the pictures I saw sparsely spotting the walls in various rooms. It seemed so impossibly long ago these people had lived. Energy and nuances of inhabitants, both interesting and scary, continue to linger in this old house. Will they finally find peace?
With great anguish, I plunged the knife through my chest wall and into my heart. Immediately, my life flashed before my eyes. Never before had I realised how the experiences I had endured would lead me to commit such an act of violence. Did I really love anyone? Had anyone ever really loved me? It was impossible to tell now in retrospect. Oh, well, it didn't matter anyway because soon someone would find me along with the note I wrote for my friends and family explaining my plight and how I was now free.
The humidity in the jungle was heavy and steamy. It was amazing taking in all the sounds of the birds and animals. I had my work cut out for me. Hacking away a path was no easy job. Frequently, I had to stop and mop my brow with the back of my hand. My salty perspiration stung my eyes but I had to move forward if I was going to make camp any time soon. What had I gotten myself into? It will be better as soon as I am settled, I told myself. I am hoping that is true.
The colours range from brown, red, and beyond in many warm and neon tones. Nestled together with all of their neighbors waiting to take flight on any brisk breeze that comes by. Some nearby have departed suddenly and without warning. Swirling and spiraling downward to meet the earth and rejoin brothers and sisters that have fallen before them. Some land next to each other while others mound up in piles waiting for a rake to gather them up. This happens but once a year in such great numbers. Indeed the glory and fading of Fall is once again upon us.