As Autumn Winds Blow9790097
Seasons appear and disappear but it's always at this time of the season when the sun sets a bit earlier those gentle summer breezes always disappear. As Autumn winds replace that summer breeze there's always a sadness that overcomes the soul. I have always pointed out that currently of the season memories of past summers usually have brought me to tears. Tears of joy amidst sorrow knowing that perfect things have to finish. Many a summer we had been unaware how the gaiety and laughter we shared the sands of your time continued to drift down that hour glass. The friendships that were forged those in the past their memories always resurface when Autumn winds learn to blow. We have long since gone our separate ways but, those experiences always return each and every year once the summer sun is dimmed through the arriving Autumn wind.
At summers end where Autumn leaves begin to turn there's always a foreboding premonition of the season ahead. So frequently in years past when summer comes to an in depth it truly did hurt me so. The tears of sorrow that were shed are haunting reminders of methods things used to be. The quiet refined yet almost rambunctious nature in our childhood play during those summers of so long ago are now pressed into conscious thought. The innocence of these yesteryears are now lost using the passage of time. Sorry to say that the innocence of those bye gone years are nowhere to be found in the whirlwind of existence of times of now. No more are there times of carefree innocent play for most of our children, for they also are caught in the whirlwind of existing and never living.
As Autumn winds blow the times are shorter and there is a chill in mid-air. That noticeable aurora that one senses when top video begin to blow foretells of cold dark nights of winter lying just ahead. In all those summers of the yesteryears when Autumn winds learn to blow are constant reminders of how our society is different. As the Autumn winds blow storm clouds of uncertainty hang heavily over head. No more are the ones lazy hazy events of summer which i once knew. Visited is the anticipation knowing that as summer ebbs soon to reach is a most festive season. Now, instead of a joyous anticipation there is only a grim reality of just attempting to make it through one more day.
I have asked myself often before that in dozens of wonderful summers of long ago where time did actually stand still what has happened to really make the times of summer where minimal memories are manufactured. The planet today is a much more somber, more chaotic, and moves at a faster pace. Virtually no time to waste, not a minute to lose, heaven forbid we should drop our smart phones. It would appear that with all these wonderful technological innovations of history Thirty years might have made the world and our existence gain a better balance. And, yet there isn't any balance nowadays today. Too may in our youth starve yourself every day. Too many of our citizens are extremely impoverished just adds to the imbalance we face today. These are simply area of the reasons that make me realize that those lazy days of yesteryears summers when Autumn winds arrive really were the most effective times of our everyday life.