Cold wind

Time proves the best vow that we have made. In the quite deep night, the wind blows on the face, yet not that cold, it tells the story of life. Whenever we feel a must to be alone, we more or less get that feeling which is the moment that we should think seriously.

On the way home, I still see leaves of willows hanging there. Probably, some days later, they completely fade away, leaving only naked branches. Winter often catalyses the process of being chilly. It is not cold, if we really face it. Hotness of the summer sometimes gives us the illusion the cold days are not there. We may just spend time having the current days. While we realise its coldness until the turning point that all of things are ready for the imminent winter, we sense that is the over of summer and the arrival of winter is already on the corner.

The temperature freezes the mind, and the flows of memory become more clearly as if they repeat the old days and as if we were living in the past. God knows. We are still here, standing on the ground. Some guys could be more fortunate to promote, others are still wondering in the puddle. Everyone was born in the different background of family and education, cheap jerseys, we gain to be unique and are doomed to be sailing to different destination. Yet, we come across many people and friends, strangers and passers. All of those man are only part of experience combined into the entire life.

Leaves will decay and livings will suffer the weathering and finally convert into rocks and sands. Thoughts should be stored into those sands and recount the legend of every common being. Whenever I put away files and take the rest, I sink into the pondering of none being which stands for everything that I might run into my mind would be the film of my own treasure. Backward, I was the guy, moving on, I am going to be the another one.

The greeting from a Long Time No See friend, sometimes, just stirs the ripples of memory. A sudden fellow who comes to be in the middle of the could either cause the painful rethinking or the warmth of friendship. Some pages of my note books now still deposit the dandelions as the ideal specimen.