The seasons do not flow the way the mind remembers them. For the first time in a long while, the day dawned bright, but, instead of lingering in my awareness and permeating my body, the freshness of what I saw before me unexpectedly folded in upon itself, and the magic of the moment was gone. I sat lost as the night dragged into the day.
memo November 2005~June 2008 : outskirts of idea/ July. 2008~
