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Seasons appear and vanish but it is always at this time of year when the sun sets a little earlier those gentle summer breezes always disappear. As Autumn winds replace that summer breeze often there is a sadness that overcomes the soul. I've always realized that at this time of the year memories of past summers have always brought me to tears. Tears of joy amidst sorrow realizing that perfect things have to end. Many a summer we were unaware the gaiety and laughter we shared the sands of your time continued to drift down that hour glass. The friendships that have been forged those a long time ago their memories always resurface when Autumn winds learn to blow. We now have long since gone our separate ways but, those experiences always return each year once the summer sun is dimmed by the arriving Autumn wind.
At summers end where Autumn leaves start to turn there is always a foreboding premonition of the year ahead. So frequently in years past when summer concerns a detailed it 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 very long ago have become pressed into conscious thought. The innocence of these yesteryears have become lost using the passage of energy. Sad to say how the innocence of these bye gone years are nowhere offered in the whirlwind of information on points during the now. No more exist times of carefree innocent play for many of our children, for they too are caught within the whirlwind of existing and not living.
As Autumn winds blow the times are shorter and there's a chill in the air. That noticeable aurora that certain senses when strong wind start to blow foretells of cold dark nights of winter lying just ahead. In all those summers of these yesteryears when Autumn winds begin to blow are constant reminders of how our world is different. Since the Autumn winds blow storm clouds of uncertainty hang heavily over head. No more are those lazy hazy days of summer which i once knew. Visited will be the anticipation understanding that as summer ebbs soon to come is a most festive season. Now, rather than a joyous anticipation there's merely a grim reality of just attempting to make it through one more day.
I've asked myself many times in the past that during all those wonderful summers of long ago where time appeared to stand still what has happened to make the days of summer where minimal memories are made. The world today can be a far more somber, more chaotic, and moves at a considerably faster pace. Almost no time down the sink, not just a minute to lose, heaven forbid we should drop our smartphones. It would appear that with all these wonderful technological know-how in history Thirty years could have made the world and our existence achieve a better balance. And, yet there isn't any balance in today's world today. Too may in our youth starve yourself each day. Too many of our citizens are so impoverished just increases the imbalance we face today. These are simply section of the reasons that will make me recognize that those lazy days of yesteryears summers when Autumn winds arrive really were the best events of our way of life.