Seasons

Fucking fall is here. Or so I would’ve thought in earlier years. These days I’m not so sure. I haw learned to appreciate the seasons for what they are. At least a little more.

Our balcony is blessed with a roof. So the rain won’t hit you as long as the wind is right. I go out there to contemplate sometimes. Probably not enough, but I try my best.

The seasons passing by indicating the time. Which made me melancholic for a long time. But it seems like I’ve come to terms with it. The finitude of life, my life as much, I feared it once but appreciate it now.

Because now becomes so much more valuable. So much more potent. So much more worth it to enjoy. For what else is there, but that. Forever, now.