#55

What do you think of when you hear summer? I think of the mid-morning walks I took from the temporary dwelling (I shared with three other friends) to our workplace. You probably think of beaches and travel and flip flops. I think of the work I used to do, the stress I had to endure and a childhood dream that is no longer.

What do you remember when you hear fall? My cousin does not like this word "It's autumn," I bet that's what she'll say. I remember the road parallel with Atherton. It was a scary road that led to a scarier alley. I remember the dog in the corner house that barked madly whenever we walked by.

What do you feel when you hear winter? I feel something good is going to end or begin. I feel sadness for parting with people I love and happiness for reuniting with people I miss. I feel a longing, not caused by anyone or anything, but by the cold weather and the loneliness it brings with it.

What do you imagine when you hear spring? I imagine bus rides and strangers and a perfect weather; a cold breeze that won't hurt and a slice of strawberry cheesecake. I imagine sitting on the grass at a children's park while reading a book, and making daisy chains when my eyes get tired. I imagine writing these on paper and when a child comes to me and asks me what I'm doing, I'll ask her name and give her my daisy chains.