The Lesson of the Seasons

Enjoy the flower, although it will wither.
Enjoy the leaf, although it will brown.
Enjoy the snow, although it will melt.
Enjoy the sun, although it will set.

Ideas like these flood my mind when I think I will have to leave the music that has softly played to my heart. I want to grasp it firmly, but like water it slips from my fingers. Isn't there beauty too to the water that we slip so easily into but slips from us just as easily? In a substance that mainly composes our bodies, that replenishes and fills...yet we can't hold on to it.

I think water would describe her perfectly. Water too is musical, sound is amplified through water. Perhaps a record player swallowed by the sea. Both music and water overcome one wholly, completely. I do create metaphor often with music and with water.

Certain things sing to us. Poetry for instance sings to me.

She too, sings to me. I'm listening to a song unfamiliar, yet one I've always known. Like a mother's lullaby forgotten with age and yet one feels so vividly.

Then I wonder if all this season stuff is just clever justification so I can continue...

I don't think so. But even if it is, whatever works for me to feel her more, in a real sense.

Otherness.

I love it. We're playing these games now that bring us closer. I love courtship, I think its a lost art that needs to be recovered by our generation.

This week should be interesting! Watch Frost/Nixon. Its a great film.