Seasons change, mad things rearrange

A backlog of thoughts, it’s hard to figure where to start.
Monday evening in the park surprised me with its effect. Old friends and strangers alike, we relished in the same familiar feelings.
But the season has turned in more ways then one. This is where I will begin. But man, am I ever rusty.

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