After the break..

Like a cud-chewing cow, I ruminate those past few days.

Seems something happens so fast one day, so slow another day.

During summer vacation, 3-day of a total feast, flashbacks sometimes made me recall good old memories, but they looked insignificant and mono-hued. Damp moss on creek rocks was more colorful, but the moss wasn't mine. Now I can't possess the sheer joy of ducking children for I am too old to do so or merely I am afraid. Lying under shadows to observe stars was what I hoped but the sky didn't allow me to look through its flesh. The Great Scorpio was the only visible. It blew a vicious tune of finale as if it shruggles me off blaming I must not feign childhood innocence. Understand, I said. It was a long way walk through the woods to town. Probably because the stars were chasing me. It was the land of hiding dreams that you have when you're sad. You finally realize you can never dwell on the land when you start to fear the stars.