dreams of autumn past...

Overcome by memories of autumns past, while listening to Eric Satie's "Gnossiene" on a quiet Hawaiian afternoon. Proof that you can live the life you want, even in the middle of nowhere. In your heart. All you have to do is close your physical eyes, while opening your soul.
For a brief moment, I allow myself to drift onto the sea of nostalgia, going back to days of fall, in my student years.
Ah, how I yearn for those cold days of fall, those long walks in the park, on a frosty autumn day, tweed jacket, and scarf, school books under my arm, hurrying to class. Leaves rustling under my feet, as if to remind me of paper-like thougths of yesterday, a past oh too present, crumbling beneath the rushing promise of tomorrow. A sky too dark, peaking behind those fiery leaves, a tree of many colours above me, shedding some of its glory. Upon us, mere watchers, bystanders in this grand display of chromatics. The dream ends too quickly, interrupted only by the sound of the afternoon monsoon washing over the island. Reminded of my present, while hanging on to a dear and sweet past...