Fall is in the air, the crisp feel is a reminder of the days past. On today more than ever we our encouraged to appreciate, hold our loved ones a bit tighter and live out dreams without sleeping. A great sense of belonging to myself and my evironment enthralls me till no end. I wish I could take the line over the shearwater. Good friends can rest on, for so long the bonds made. Raiding my recipe book for a good concoction. I take out the cinnimon, vanilla and molasses. Flour in my hair gives my cheek bones a glow. His little hands accompany mine in the mixing. Leaves begin to change in attire and apple pie cider has never tasted so sweet. This is a time for change, rebirth, and refocus. Take notice of how the new year ahead will bloom. Roll down a hill, lie flat at the bottom. Worries aside, their is no need for them here with or with out solutions. The green lush will soon be gone and waited upon. Strong limbs can only fly if they see no other way. Warm senitments is where I surround myself. Never thinking for once that time could capture the ground I could never bring myself to frown on.