The summer's gone and all the roses falling..

Now as I see the sun setting upon the trees and in front of a yielding sky, I feel the slight wind upon my cheek, blowing across it in such a way as to tell me that the brown and golden leaves fall someday ushering the rain and snow we call winter.

This last week, I said some goodbyes and so-longs to friends and people I know who have helped me and have been there as a supporting presence all these years. One day I hope to catch up with them and to tell them how I am doing, ask them how they are, and to thank them for their supportive influence in my life..

Well now, the summer is almost gone and I can see the petals of my mother's flowers falling. Yet another spring they'll grow again. I'll go off on this new adventure, and I do hope you'll stay bide.