The seasons are turning. I can feel it. I've noticed that people tend to switch things up in time with the seasons. Friends part as new alliances are made, old haunts are abandoned for new, suddenly you're learning to play guitar for no apparent reason, and so on. It seems to happen to (or for) people every few years or so. Perhaps we keep time to a rhythm learned as children. This week I've been noticing it in myself. I have the itch. The difficult part is to not lash out. It's only Summer whispering her empty promises again.
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