The years pass by in a cycle of Junes and Septembers, then Decembers and Aprils. This is how I’ve seen it pass.
In just two more cycles of Junes and Decembers and Aprils and Septembers, it will be Januaries and Decembers, and then Januaries again, and friends getting married in the wet saturdays of June, seeing classmates grow long hair and grow older during the third weeks of December, wind in January and escape during Marches and Aprils and Mays.
You will wonder how they all looked like when they were younger, and remember that you were once the same with them. And now you know all you wanted and you wish you’ve known them all before, all the things you wish you could have done in your youth and the happy simplicity you let pass.
I’m getting older..