He and I

im usually a lover of all seasons

of new and changing

of fresh and onward

though seasons always result in compromise

and sacrifice.

i feel myself moving through seasons, and not the seasonal

more the destinations of the heart.

though these new chapters and patterns for change, result in inspiration.

i've been blessed by someone sweet in company

and i feel it is necessary to display my gratitude for them in my life

through what i do best:

expression in the arts.

inspired by the song that has held itself on repeat since the moment i met him: 

inspired by love for music represented into the visuals:

inspired by how these lines remind me of where this season is taking him...and how amazing he is going to be here:

thus, the beginning of my creation of the song "rainy zurich", as sound wave visuals, into the philly skyline, as an oil painting.

should be interesting. 

seasons are always changing

always moving aside

trailing along

and moving away, or so it seems..

but they always come back.

Bumps

look, look, searching

smooth sailing, my eyes were focued

not even focused on anthing finite, or radient with color

just simply... focused.

i had a, b, and c to accomplish

i had my two feet to stampede through each one

still remaining focused.

roads were clear, the sky was brilliant, and the breeze was clean with hope

i had a hunch that it would be sailing smooth

from here on out.

you know, those calm seas, the fresh-paved roads, the new train car on its first ride

from here on out

i had my focus locked away.

except one day, a bump in the road came into my view.

i felt the sea shake, i heard the train slow a bit.

a, b, and c were told to "hold on a minute, i'll be right back"

when i noticed the bump in the road

at the very same instance

i realized my left foot was unfocused, and my thoughts were going along for the ride.

i had every intention to remain on my path

i had every intention to travel the seas, the tracks, and the apparent bumpy roads independantly

but i simply bumped into someone else, not searching for the bump, we both bumped into.

we were each other's bumps.

we were eachother's beautiful disturbance

we became the soft sea breeze that inhibits sailing

we became the extra set of tracks that veers the train

we became the bump in the road.

we were both so taken back, by this bump in the road.

look, look, searching...

 simply together... focused.

we closed our eyes, we counted to a, b, and c, clasped hands, and hugged in the rain

we took a leap...

but we still haven't fell...

we still haven't hit pavement