Gathering Storms: Summer Memories

Well folks, I'm posting here because I've been slack by not posting for the last week and a bit, but I've been quite ill with headaches and a rebellious little stomach virus which refuses to co-operate with me. I'm fighting both with a vengeance at the moment and one would like to think that I have the little bastards under control, but I got some blood tests done over the last week, and I have a cat-scan coming up to see whether these headaches are for any real reason. Hopefully between the two different tests, they'll come up with something, we'll see.

As the weather fades from summer sun to autumn winds, I feel the change coming which sets us down for the long cold caress of winter. I'm not a huge fan of the cold, but winter allows certain things which summer makes very difficult, so I guess I'm actually looking forward to winter this year. Summer holds a lot of memories for me, and although I cannot say that this summer was the most memorable I've ever had, there are memories I'll take to the grave from the last three months. Some of them are good, some of them are not so good, but all of them will continue to build me up, they will continue to create who I am. I am a product of my experiances.

I got a chance to go home this weekend, and as tiring as the trip was, I'd still call it a positive one. I got a chance to talk to my grandmother, who is in poorer health than I've ever seen her. She's still a total tank. I should call her, and I am going to do that now. Ok, seems like she's doing ok, that woman is so scarily self-sufficient at times, I think thats probably where I get my need to be so self-sufficient from.

I got two see a few people I haven't seen in a while. Iain, whom I am only just realising is a lot closer to me than I had original thought (or perhaps intended), and I spent quite a long while together over the weekend, and I definately enjoyed the company, despite the fairly extensive age gap, he has grown into a well considered and intelligent young man, capable of reasoning and behaviour well beyond his years. He's great fun to have around, because our humour and intelligence mesh so well. I think though that he might actually be smarter than me, which is scary considering the way I used to treat the poor kid. Ah well, it's an interesting road, and one I look forward to continuing down the path of.

Matty, who I am seriously looking on as an honorary little brother, has been in some trouble with school and his ever-crafy mother has devised a means by which to keep him steady with his work and behaviour. If the boy can keep his head in line, we'll be graced with a visitor for the easter holidays. Should be interesting.

So at the end of my blooming summer period, what conclusions have I come to? Am I stronger person? Have I learnt anything? How can I make the answers to all of these questions difficult for the reader to decipher without a natural 20? I'm gonna give it a shot.

Question One: What conclusions have you come to at the end of summer?

As summer winds first touched my face, my eyes turned from blue to brown. I felt a surge of an emotion I've never felt in a way I never thought I would and I saw the sky change from red to blue. As the summer progressed, one of my eyes returned to blue and I began to have split visions of futures far from the now. Twice, I found these visions collided with intensity, passion and a hint of danger, and twice I found myself feeling less for it. As summers warmth fades from my mind, I find myself resolved never again to let my minds eye wander so far from reality.

Question Two: Are you a stronger person at the end of Summer 2005/06?

Strength is relative. It depends on which strength one wants to know about. I am weaker of body, stronger of mind, I see so much more but I'm already blind. I fight for my friends, and my heart is on fire, yet if you looked really close you could prove me a liar. My life is just starting, my troubles must end, my picture is broken, yet starting to mend. Lastly my soul, which in truth was cold, in now enveloped with the fires of old. I wish you the best in finding the truth, and apologise, for my method is quite aloof, but you'll see if you can that this is just a way, to hold fears and passions at bay.

Question Three: Have you learnt anything yet?


A smile slowly crept over the young mans lips, a fire shining in his grey eyes. With a strong voice, he broke the cold, peircing silent of the area around him.

"Yes", he said, smiling, "Yes I have".

As the room echoed with the reverberating truth of the statement, the shocked assembally of fated onlookers turned thier backs on the fire in his eyes, scared by the fate the statement pronounced. The young man, while still alone, was victorious.

Hehehehehe, Oh I wish you all the very best with those little puzzles. I do so enjoy having four or five different layers of subtext. Each one of you have so much to gain from this. Hope you all have fun. At least now I have the strength to divulge such information, even if it is encrypted. Only the people who can be bothered looking at it will see what I mean. Have fun kiddies, I'll be watching this space. I'll even tell you if your right or wrong.

"Feelings are not supposed to be logical. Dangerous is the man who has rationalized his emotions."

-David Borenstein, January 28, 2000

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