September 28, 2024
8:11 am
When the seasons change, I feel so much sweet pain. It doesn't stop until the season comes to an end, then with the new season it starts again. Each season squeezes me with a hold of nostalgia. It has been like this since many years and I can't remember when it started. Was it at 17? 12? Has it always been that way? It's a mourning for all the gone seasons of my life or the greeting of an old friend, only to realize she's changed.
