Grey skies, golden trees, bitter winds
Mixed with;
Blue skies, fresh scents, and a humid sun.

Old memories, painful scenes, uneasiness
Mixed with;
New discoveries, inspirational moments, and confidence.

I breathe in cold frigid air
And exhale warm clouds.
That is my purpose here.
Accepting instead of rejecting the seasons.
Approaching every moment as a Hedonist.
So I can ring every drop out of the life that I have been graciously given.  
I will not question it.
Why waste time wondering about the existence of a new day?