It's not as if the little breezes left no pattern in the flickering leaves and yet for some notion me thinks it accelerated it's own ambiance. Operatic values touched down momentarily on the earthen floor, leaving no trace of either floor or ceiling values.
One could only guess or surmise that something was afoot. Yes, you can wander in thought but lest you forget we have spent a few years now with encrusted nuances prevailing in the political landscapes of time. We could of easily made attempts to follow, just briefly to test out the yellow brick road offered to us in the phrase "Yes We Can", instead of the variable verbal menageries of tea drinkers.
We could use a little change in the weather, trying as best we can to go back to the trails we left behind in order to control the directions that the wind had offered in it's little soliloquy's as they brushed up against our cheeks.
There is justice in peace, balancing the effervescent flow of financial equality. Build a school someone said and shut down a prison. Why is fulfilling everyone's dream such a difficult matter to adjust to. We don't need to condemn the weather pattern, just sit back and enjoy the outcomes, instead of causing such a ruckus and turning the default messages into rather oblique tragedies like Katrina, Afghanistan and Austerity Planning like the European Union.
Mother Nature is not out to get us, but rather an ally in our journey through space and time.
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