I dreamt a dream

Well the summer heat is cooling fast. No longer will the days be full of sunshine from sun up until sun down. It makes me sad I love summer a lot. I try and think of what I have accomplished this summer and all that fills my head is work work work. That makes me even more sad. Usually the summer season is full of excitement and anticipation. I guess this is from getting out of grade school so many times for the summer, it was the season that meant we were free. It is the season that provides you with the most to do and it is the one that is most looked forward to.

Soon everything will change colors, the temperature will drop to places it should never reach, everything will slow down and little white things are going to start falling out of the sky and we are all going to say "I wish it were summer already." Although I must say the hot chocolate is much better in the winter than it ever will be in the summer. (S'mores too) Its okay I guess winter isn't all that bad...it just seems a little more boring than the rest of the seasons, like time slows down to an indescernable crawl. Plus it will probably be doubly more boring this year cuz I didn't do much of anything exciting for summer. But it can be quite fun as well, it definitely lets you use your creativeness in trying to come up with things to do when your trapped in your house and there's a freakin snowiccane blowin around outside and you have a car that will probably flip over and slide halfway across main street if you try and switch lanes too fast. Well hopefully I can get a lot more snowboarding and skiing in than I have in the past that would be fun and maybe I will become a specialist at making heat seeking snowballs. Maybe I will build an igloo and skin a whale? Or I could go on a cruise to somewhere with...summer weather??? Well....if there weren't any winters then we wouldn't appreciate the summers near as much huh? Thats the beauty of everything. I guess we will just have to wait and see what it brings.

Oh I have a new poem...

yesterday I dreamt a dream so true
that today I thought everything was new
yesterday I had thought all my dreams had come true
and today I believed all those things I thought I knew

tomorrow I’ll dream a dream just the same
I’ll wake up to things all the same
like a struggling flicker in a dying candle flame
What I dreamt may never have a name