A Letter to Nature : Thoughts folded in Brown Leaves 🍂 I have a lot of good friends, I am grateful for having them in my life. But today I am recalling you. As I can't send it. That's why I am writing the letter to you nature. It is now many ages have gone away. I recall the old time, the first time. This is letter is specifically for you but I value the essence of all my friends and wish a lot of joy for them. Now I am recollecting the memories again. 🍁🍂 It is now after the months of June and July. At the beginning of August, it was the first Sunday of August, Friendship Day. I remembered how the old July spent, the July of that year. The end of May and the end of June. I remember those past few years. I remember the calm July, when we were young. That time never came again. It is rainy season, but there are bright days like autumn and spring. That tune flows in breezes and daylight " You and me kkeutnaji anh-eul history " ( You and me, a never ending history ). " Oh, naui ujuga dwae jun uliui iyagi " ( Oh, our story that became my universe ). The story may not be composed by us. But it was composed in my mind. That time was the freshest youth of us, when you were nineteen and I was also nineteen. " Yeah, we never felt so young " the line is right, I never felt such young then, or will be; " When together sign the song ", that time when we walked together, " Even if it rains ". " Yeah, (I) we never felt so right ", I felt the thoughts very right at that time, " When I got you by my side ", That was a time when you were beside me, " Along the path we walked together ". The July begins with the end of June that pass with the thought, " Wanna forgive you (me) ". Then the July slowly begins, it was a new chapter of the love I felt in spring before, I remember the spring again. The Krishnochura petals are still fallen on ground or wet in rain, the petals that bloomed in spring before. Still those tree of Krishnochura and Radhachura bloomed with flowers of red and yellow, recollecting the spring spent before. The red carpet of petals wet or dried carry the memories of spring of love that keeps blooming in July still. Time keeps going, years rotate again and again. Spring comes again, then May, June, then July, feelings reanimated, and then autumn comes, then winter, and then again spring arrives. The letters will be written under fallen leaves. Today we don't walk together but I still remember you as the same. The next part of the letter will come in next post. Stay tuned.