Falling Maple leaves pirouette and blow forward as infinite as a snowy day dead and curled Oak leaves scrape across the street imitating the bursting motion of a chipmunk. Together they blanket the streets and ribbon across like a sidewinder snake.

The post promised will take a back seat to this one because i've felt this one for some time. We all think when we move away the changes will come quick and drastic. Someone goes off to college, a friend will move to the mainland, a relative quit their job for one of higher pay. All these things do change as do the people whom the changes affect, yet landmarks will, they'll do one at a time. This post has in some ways a connection to do with the Mountains Disappear , but at a different angle, i needed to see the baseball through the broken glass of the room that caught that fly ball.

I've always advocated the good change does, it reinvigorates the spirit. If i were to sleep under two moons worth of thought what if i was still in Hawaii, i'd be face to face with the facts that things in small town America @ Hawaii rarely change. even in a busy metropolis as Honolulu is, buildings get torn down, they get erected. Our human hearts somehow dilutes the rationality of that, which is what i'll attend to in the next post.

                                                        See You Space Goblin....

Happy Halloween!

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