Seasons come and go but it is always at the moment of the year once the sun sets just a little earlier those gentle summer breezes always fade. As Autumn winds replace that summer breeze often there is a sadness that overcomes the soul. I’ve always realized that at the moment of the year memories of past summers usually have brought me to tears. Tears of joy amidst sorrow knowing that perfect stuff has to get rid of. Many a summer we had been unaware how the gaiety and laughter we shared the sands of time continued to drift down that hour glass. The friendships which were forged those in the past their memories always resurface when Autumn winds begin to blow. We now have long since gone our separate ways but, those memories always return every year once the summer sun is dimmed through the arriving Autumn wind.
At summers end where Autumn leaves learn to turn there is always a foreboding premonition of the season ahead. So many times years ago when summer comes to a close it really did hurt me so. The tears of sorrow that were shed are haunting reminders of the way things was previously. The quiet refined yet almost rambunctious nature of our childhood play during those summers of such a long time ago are actually pressed into conscious thought. The innocence of those yesteryears are actually lost with the passage of time. Unfortunately that the innocence of the bye gone years are nowhere offered in the whirlwind of existence of times during the now. No longer are there events of carefree innocent play for many of our own children, for everybody are caught in the whirlwind of existing and never living.
As Autumn winds blow the times are shorter and there’s chill up. That noticeable aurora that one senses when wind blows people start to blow foretells of cold dark nights of winter lying just ahead. In every those summers of these yesteryears when Autumn winds learn to blow are constant reminders of methods our world has changed. As the Autumn winds blow storm clouds of uncertainty hang heavily business expense. No longer are those lazy hazy days of summer i once knew. Gone to may be the anticipation knowing that as summer ebbs soon to arrive will be a most festive time of the year. Now, instead of a joyous anticipation there is only a grim reality of just trying to make it through one more day.
We have asked myself many times before that in dozens of wonderful summers of long ago where time appeared to stand still what is happening to make the events of summer where so very little memories are manufactured. The entire world today can be a much more somber, more chaotic, and moves at a considerably faster pace. Almost no time to pay out, not really a minute to lose, heaven forbid we should drop our mobile phones. It appears that with all these wonderful technologies in history 30 years could have made the world and our existence acquire 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 extremely impoverished just enhances the imbalance we face today. These are merely part of the reasons that make me understand that those lazy times of yesteryears summers when Autumn winds arrive really were the very best days of our way of life.