Trailing clouds

I find that whatever pattern that reveals itself in the summer trails into the fall, at least for these past two years.

They all started where it all started for me. A whirlwind in China, a whirlwind in college. Disillusionment a year later, same in Chicago. Whether I'm bolstered or confused by the people who love me the most, the plot takes stage again on chillier opening nights with a different cast.

So I am constanted rooted and un-rooted, I wonder if I'm really so impressionable that whatever the circumstances, these externalities get engrained in me so deeply. You know, for a control freak I'm not very much in control. It's always ironic how that always happens.