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  • Happy March 20th to everyone. Happy Friday, and Happy First Day of Spring.

    When we think of change and the seasons that sculpt us, everyone usually points towards the Fall as the main conditioner. Fall represents the leaves preparing for their death of the winter. Fall represents our old selves letting go of the past and letting our spirit from the summer be laid to rest. Fall represents a new cycle for the world. However, Fall is not my major change, nor is it a positive for my life. The change of the leaves from Apple Green to a deep dark orange and red symbolizes my complete death. I feel as if I die every Fall, and I do not tread slowly into the winter with my end. I am already quiet and dark when the cold rolls in. I have always felt this way, and it feels strange to not feel as everyone else does.

    When the Spring approaches, my fingers begin to move lightly. My dreams become active. I slowly but surely start to wake up from my deep sleep, and a resurrection occurs. How appropriate right?

    I am waiting for the summer. I am waiting for the Louisiana heat to sting my forehead in the midst of July. I will turn 25 this July. I want to celebrate 25 years of the sun, 25 years of trial and tribulation. 25 years of 25 deaths, and 25 being born agains. It is no wonder that I am a LEO, for the sun is my master. & This summer, I plan on being more alive than I ever have been. I will live until it is my time to die again for the Fall.
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