Before the seaon's change...

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    Before the seaon's change...

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    The last time I went for a walk, it was a brisk night.
    The wind, bitter with the promise of winter to come, assaulted my cheek and throat, and made me wonder what compelled me to come out.
    What had compelled me to come out?
    I knew It was one of perhaps the last day of "goodness" left and I had to be a part of it. Had to let it touch me, caress me, make love to my soul before I packed myself away for a season.

    Ohh...the weather and I. We had always been bitter exes, passionate lovers and the promise of years to come...
    on this night I walked outside and let the wind assault me, fondle me, enter my nooks and krannies. Enter my inner regions and try to bury itself within me in hopes I wouldn't forget.
    On this night, the wind, my walk, nature itself stood firm and strong and tried to take me...
    I walked and strolled and allowed what I could, but at the end of the night, at the end of the walk, I subsided.
    I stood erect and faced my demons, my longings and my desires. I turned--about face--to stand and look my lover, my walk in the face and say goodbye...If only for a season.

    Goodbye because I could no longer cry.
    Goodbye and farewell to all that came with an us on that walk...
    and those promises and moments of secret bliss.
    Goodbye to all we know and well, planned and hoped would come...goodbye...

    And as I stood on my doorstep looking out at all I was leaving behind, I couldn'thelp but feel a mixture of pleaure and pain.
    Pleasure that It was all over; pain that I'd have to start all over and pain that I'd have to say goodbye...
    I walked inside from the bitter assault, the vibrant promise, the vicious expectation and the rampant want of outside
    ...and felt ill at ease. felt empty and lonely and none the better. I walked inside expecting to find relief and instead found gloom...hmmm...
    I wonder what that's from...Wonder what that will lead to. Wonder if i'll ever walk with lady winter again...

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