August and Snowflakes

August and Snow I have opened the window and inhaled the summer most of the houses I see are empty the owners have gone back to their country where they have died while waiting for surgery, heart, and cancer and so on. An empty house is a sad sight; their owner had bought them cheaply and the spent much time repairing them, but with illness and old age beckoning they did go back to where their hearts belonged, the pub and the betting shop, what do I know, never had a place to call my own except where I live now. I remember my childhood and milking cows at a farm but I`m no longer sure if my youth is something I have read in a book and as I have never cared deeply enough I have let it slide. I was in love once and when rejected nearly jumped into the waterfall and the years when a was abused at an orphanage while waiting for mother to come home from the sanatorium. I dreamily think of silent snow falling gently cooling the weather so I can go for a walk.