Seasoning...

Early this morning a woke up fully awake and clear headed. For a while I lay there pulling the sheet above my chin remembering a strange episode in my child hood. An episode not thought of for a very long time. I believe that the very last time I thought of this I had the preposterous notion that it was true.... very strange.... I had to been very young even then.

What I'm talking about is the memory of me standing in the bedroom of my old childhood terraced/row houselooking out on the playground behind our back yard seeing all of the seasons pass. I saw the summer pass into autumn with the leaves turning red and yellow to gradually fall and get covered by snow. The white snow would eventually reveal the brown mesh that once were the colourful leaves. The very light green that would evolve from the buds that made the leaves fall brought some colour to the palette once again. The spring which made your legs full of spring (to quoute dear old Astrid Lindgren). Summer and the vision ends.

This is of course not what I saw, I couldn't have seen it except in a dream. It is however a very illustriuos and a pretty advanced dream for a five to six year old. The vision above is however the vision dressed in my words of today.