The weather has changed again, but the smell of this weather still lingers sugar beets from the mill. This change of weather always brings memories and images of the past. When family spent time together, and my youth was there and there was no care of the present. To think about the past is to dwell on something that cannot be changed but for life cannot be rearranged it can only be formed from the past, and the future can’t yet be seen. Therefore, I must look forward to making my present my future and my future yet to come. I hate the past for the mind wanders to better days it seems but isn’t today better? I mustn’t think too hard for I will not travel there in physical form but yet my mind shouldn’t forget. Ah, colors of the leaves change as the waves in a stream flowing beautifully down to the ground with the slight breeze. It’s warmer than normal and the birds are confused as with the flies, they buzz annoyingly in my ear. No sticky tape to trap them from landing on me. Time has been sent back, back one hour changes the sleep of my mind. Rest, relax, dream has all been extended.
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