Let's walk through the explosion of color as the air bites at our skin. Let's reminisce about the time that makes us feel alive. Let the trees sing to us in their beauty, refusing to be ignored. Let us weep the tears in appreciation of what fills our minds and more importantly our souls.

Listen to mother's babbles that will only stop one day long from now. Be in touch and closer with Him than in any building. Let us hear the soft crunch and shuffle of the Earth itself going to sleep before our eyes.

It yearns on my mind. I must be there. I must.