That night I realized something.
My memories faded as soon as a season flipped over. I've been living the seasons over and over again, but each time it repeats itself; I'm in awe of the newness it brings along, as if it really is brand new and not a repetition. I'm always an usher to these seasons repeating itself.
However I'm starting to be aware of this fact, and ultimately this awareness itself - was the end of my stay here.
"Found you." I whispered.....
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It's been months we bid our summer sky and the nature collapsed into an autumn fall.
I found it strange for him to disappear towards the end of a season and suddenly show up in the next. It intrigued me to meet him in an unusual way time and time again, yet his familiarity so deeply engraved inside of me to not easily forget him.
I gazed at the ground below, as I stood among the golden leaves covering the street; those leaves fluttering and falling from the tree above. How hard this autumn advices me to not hold and let things go, yet I held tightly to him, who was never meant to be held forever.
Let me find you this time. I thought and making up my mind, I started to search for him who was nowhere around to be seen.
Just when the sun was piercing through the leaves above, slowly the sky turned grey and the raindrops pattered upon earth below. Unbothered by the splashing rain, I kept searching for him.
My last stop, our huge spring tree, was shaded with the touch of golden autumn. It barely offered shade, and it's leaves scattered on the ground.
I could see a familiar figure leaning against the huge trunk, cozy inside a sweater and beanie kissed with autumn leaves. Our eyes met and strangely the rain stopped.
I walked closer to him.
"Found you" I whispered.
I could feel my eyes tearing up.
"hello... Autumn..." I smiled.
