This feeling inside me...
The year has gone by.
Countless ticks of the clock whose demarcations don't fit within the confines of calendar.
Yet just a breath in the wind of life
the first note of the aria yet to be sung by you.
And as you change
As our connection undulates and grows,
morphing into something different, but somehow the same,
This feeling in me swells
...and four million other adjectives my tongue cannot proffer...
Colored by layer after layer of red, orange, yellow and brown leaves
Brightly, the radiant colors forming pools of abstract sunsets in the grass.
The growing, living, thriving grass.
Painted by the leaves, the sun, the brushstrokes of the wind.
Dampened by the rain and the clouds.
The dichotomy of weather as it blends to form a season,
This in-between, the change...
encapsulates, somehow, the river of feelings I cannot express
It is everything of the past and all of the hope and promise of the future
I can't describe it.