Spring is slowly creeping along in the neighbourhood. The trees seem to follow their own schedule – some are still nearly bare, some in blossom, some in early leaf and still a few in near full leaf. But still, they will all be in full leaf by around mid-May. No matter when, they are blossoming or will blossom by the end of the spring (unless it is dead but that is another allegory altogether).
But me? I don’t know about me. I do have some things to do up the pipeline – mostly in photography. But other than that, I don’t know. I would like to get a job by the end of the summer but I’m not sure how that’s going on. I would like to stay involved with horses somehow and preferably still riding – some sort of part time work exchange thing would be ideal. But seeing that I can’t really seem to get volunteering going in that regard, especially with the transportation issue – I’m not sure how that’s going to work.
The blossoms will fall away, drifting gracefully to the ground and leaving leaves in their place.
And me – I don’t know. I feel that the summer will come. That fall will come. And nothing else would really change. I’m not even sure how I’m going to afford to ride once and if I ever move. But I do want to move. I feel stagnated here.
Even though I’m not entirely sure where to move.
I’m not sure how everything is going happen. How anything is going to happen.
How everything would blossom or if it’s all just bud that will just wilt and fall to the ground.