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Seasons appear and disappear however it is always at the moment of the year when the sun sets a bit earlier those gentle summer breezes always disappear. As Autumn winds replace that summer breeze often there is a sadness that overcomes the soul. I have always realized that at the moment of the year memories of past summers have always brought me to tears. Tears of joy amidst sorrow realizing that perfect stuff has to end. Many a summer we were unaware how the gaiety and laughter we shared the sands of time continued to drift down that hour glass. The friendships that were forged those in the past their memories always resurface when Autumn winds begin to blow. We've for many years gone our separate ways but, those experiences always return each and every year if the summer sun is dimmed from the arriving Autumn wind.
At summers end where Autumn leaves begin to turn there is always a foreboding premonition of the season ahead. So many times years back when summer involves an in depth it did hurt me so. The tears of sorrow that were shed are haunting reminders of the way things was once. The quiet refined yet almost rambunctious nature in our childhood play during those summers of so very long ago are actually pressed into conscious thought. The innocence of those yesteryears are now lost with the passage of energy. Sad to say the innocence of those bye gone years are nowhere found in the whirlwind of presence of times during the now. No more are there times of carefree innocent play for many of our own children, for they also are caught in the whirlwind of existing and never living.
As Autumn winds blow the days are shorter and there's chill up. That noticeable aurora that certain senses when strong wind start to blow foretells of cold dark nights of winter lying just ahead. In most those summers of those yesteryears when Autumn winds start to blow are constant reminders of the way our world is different. Because the Autumn winds blow storm clouds of uncertainty hang heavily overheads. No more are those lazy hazy times of summer which i once knew. Gone to will be the anticipation understanding that as summer ebbs soon to come will be a most festive time of year. Now, instead of a joyous anticipation there's only a grim reality of just working to make it through yet another day.
We have asked myself often before that during those wonderful summers of way back when where time did actually stand still what is happening to make the events of summer where minimal memories are manufactured. The world today can be a a lot more somber, more chaotic, and moves with a much faster pace. No time to pay out, not a minute to lose, heaven forbid we ought to drop our smartphones. It seems that with all of these wonderful technologies of the past 3 decades might have made our society and our existence gain a better balance. And, yet there's no balance in today's world today. Too may of our own youth go hungry every day. Diet program our citizens are so impoverished just enhances the imbalance we face today. These are merely section of the reasons which make me realize that those lazy times of yesteryears summers when Autumn winds arrive really were the best events of our lives.