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There's something about the transitional seasons that always moves me. I always have a feeling of great potential, of great opportunities where people are more than themselves, and great risks can be taken without the proportional amount of fear. I'm not sure why. I think it may be that Nature is so busy transforming itself and preparing itself that we're given a little chance to sneak up on it and gain something. Spring and Fall are unique from each other, but there's still that smoldering inside that makes you feel like you can do more than you are.
But every time the season ends, i feel like i've wasted it. Last Spring being the only exception i can think of though. I don't want to waste it now, maybe more than ever. I'm surrounded by clay. There's so much that can be shaped and formed from what's around me. So much may be gained from this Fall.
But every time the season ends, i feel like i've wasted it. Last Spring being the only exception i can think of though. I don't want to waste it now, maybe more than ever. I'm surrounded by clay. There's so much that can be shaped and formed from what's around me. So much may be gained from this Fall.