The perfect storm of a nostalgic weather

Running into the garden with a big smile on the face, screaming and laughing because of the emotion. Putting the arms close to body in a fetal position, shaking only my wrists and hands as if no tomorrow, just like playing air drums. Feeling the drops of water falling on my cheeks and felling how my hair gets wet whit the water and how the clothes that are getting wet start to feel heavy. Smelling the wet ground, listening the “splash”, the sound shoes make when they are plunged into a puddle of water and mud. The sound of the rain falling watering all. Watching how drops fall and bounce on the leafs of plant. Hearing how y mom through the window is screaming “Francisco, is the last time I repeat it enter home you are going to get seek”. Knowing that my parents are going to get mad because I am going to get seek just make me enjoy with more feeling the moment, makes me recreate a childhood event.

Destroying the perfect moment, falling down into a puddle of water. Start to laugh because it is always funny to saw someone falling down especially when that person is my. Getting up and enter home, oozing water everywhere. Feeling a child again a memory goes through my mind; A rainy day were Carmen, Michelle and myself talking on the “the corner” (a corner of my class where my friends and I sit for talk and pass the moment) and we were talking about how we play on our childhood at a rainy day and I say “sometimes when is raining on my house I use to do the same thing that I do when I was a child”.

How a simple event makes me think so many things or in these case how a simple word like weather make me  think on rain and that make my thing on…. I think you understand the idea (WOW, I had never use so many times the word think on a sentence). Weather or specifically rain make me feel relax, happy, nostalgic, I think I don’t need to explain that last one; sleepy, like one of the seven dwarfs of snow white; and finally but not least important make me feel like a child again.

Waking up, getting out of the warm of bed, opening the door and seeing how sun reflects on the decoration of the Christmas tree. Listening to the blew of the strong wind. Sawing through the window how the tree branches move by the flow of the wind and how the sun with its strong light reflects on the “pascuas” (the red flowers (there are pink and yellow ones too) that bloom only by October and December). Opening the door and feel the cold air passing through my pajama but by the same time feeling how the warm light of sun makes the floor fell hot.  Hearing the sing of birds and the melodically sound mobiles make when there are hit by wind. That season of November and December make me feel nostalgic, wishing Christmas and all activities of that months; and happy because for that time I am already on vacations.

Repeating what I say before, just a little word makes mind start to work. Weather affects to everybody, but not everyone react the same way. Well, these is all for these weekend, how I say before last time, I wish to enter my extra credit soon.

Cookies & donuts

HUGS & FIREWORKS

TGIFRANCIS XD                                               

Essential unknown

Driving on the road way home, returning  from a burry and long day of school, supposing to be talking with my sister about my day but at the deep telling to myself that I doesn’t want return to school, that  I can any more. I am almost at my house, the specific place where you know you are near but you fell it is getting longer and longer,  and in a moment of homesickness I turn my look to the left side wishing to find something different, something interesting and through the window I watch a old man with a smile on his face, I would calculate around thirty-five or forty years old, carrying on his back a little boy, it seem alike to the old man same hair same characteristics so I suppose it could be the son, and in the right hand he was carrying a spade and a glove, just one glove that is interesting. Imagine, just in a moment while the car is passing through one side of the old I was able to see every single detail. Let’s talk about the elephant in the room, the old man carry only one glove because he doesn’t have left arm.
Returning to the main idea, I turn my look to the left side and through the window I saw this man climbing up a faded white incomplete brick wall trying to get to the other side, probably because is his way to home. WOW ! that old man shock me, he rocks, is old, doesn’t have the left arm, is carrying his son on his back and in his only hand he is carrying a spade and a glove, and he has a smile on his face’s.That man makes my thing that I am complaining about a silly thing while him having so many problems steel keep goin on with a smile on his face.
Probably miss Kelsey would get mad when she read these because she specifically ask for a well know person and really I don’t know who is that man.  Every single day at two twenty, actually most of them (except weekends, rainy days, and days a stay to tutor) at two twenty. I see the same man carrying his son and the same tools. Probably I’m talking about that man because the simple but interesting fact that he doesn’t have arm; or the fact that he is significant in my life. Is weird to talk about a man I don’t know but like the song he is the only exception, he show me a value lesson and I never had talked to him, but seeing him every day taught to my a lesson, be gratefully for everything we have and always keep goin.
By the end of that day I feel pretty good with myself and my way of watch life changes. I learn different lessons, but the main thing I meet a person who probably doesn’t know about my existents but I know about his. I meet a person who inspire me, a person from who I’m proud of say “he is significant for me”. Well I think that is what goes through my mind these weeks. I wish to write my extra credite number one soon.

Cookies & donuts
Hugs & fireworks

Tgifrancis                                                               

Changing Places

When I read “changing places” it come to my mind that life is a blank book and we need to write our own story. Like all good books life has mystery and sometimes why don’t know where why are or what position to take (the most mystery and dangerous place of all, the psychological places or situations). My place or how I use to call it my temple was the place where everything came up was everything can happen. The one who see me at good and bad moments, how I say “my temple”.

It was the perfect nothing would destroy that place, but in the inside I expect something bad. The best comparison I can do is with a world made up of cookies and donuts (in my opinion who doesn’t like cookies and donuts just like who doesn’t like Taco Bell). It was the perfect place, but like all good things it has an end and unfortunately I would going to meet it.

I never see when everything changes probably because I never expect something would happen (probably because I live on a fantasy , sorry I lie I steel living on a fantasy), here I realize that everything changes just in a moment, just in front of our eyes, but I already know that I was on a different place. We see on TV or movies that everything changes in a moment but we never imagine that would happen to us. Things were changing, just like puberty, different feelings, emotions, people, interest, in resume everything change.

 At the begging it was hard to adapt but by the pass of time I start to like it. While time pass I realize is not so bad to be in the new place, I start to like it. Probably it sounds weird but when I remember my old situation and I see it carefully is totally different to my new one, but in a way a saw that my old situation was going to a weird place and the change that happened can be action of the destiny (I’m of open mind I don’t believe in all that things about destiny but we never know) but that change was for good.

I remember with a smile in mi face my old place or temple because I live happy moments but it just a memory because now I have a new temple that is totally different but I like it, it is my new temple. Sometimes I ask myself, would I like to have again that place? , the answer always is the same, no, I’m happy in my new temple and I need to keep going because if I don’t I would fall and fall.

In resume live is a sequence of changes that we can stop but we can change them. Changes are normal, everyone suffer changes, their weird and hard but by the pass of time we realize that the change was for good, any change is for bad (changes are not creations or curses of the master of evil who live down your bed and push your sheets for scare you, probably the one who push your sheets is your brother or sister). Changes happened and the only way we can overcome changes is KEEP GOIN because if we don’t  we would never overcome our self, we would never change. Well that is what goes through my mind XD.   

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hugs & fireworks

tgifrancis