I freestyled for a while. Not something I am prone to, so fear not, this will not be a regular occurrence. But I decided to share nonetheless...

Summer days, halcyon days, amorphous haze,
Sun warm, not hot,
Willpower forged in a brittle atmosphere,
And dust, in dust we trust,
Was it thrown away or snatched from our grasp by Old Father Time?
We used to run for running's sake,
Now we walk for we have lost our way,
Not a shadow cast by the sun falls from our feet,
And the days lie weary on our souls.

I think it's a winter thing, you know. Something to do with that whole SAD thing. Seasonally affected disorder. In other words, you feel like a miserable git all winter, but it's ok, it'll be summer sooner or later. I do wonder sometimes, but they assure me it will happen. I don't think I could carry on if I didn't have the summer to look forward to. It'll be the first time in a long time that I don't have a summer holiday. I only graduated from my second degree last year, and though parts of my summer we often occupied with jobs in recent years, I still feel I have lost something. There is no 'breaking up for the summer' any more, just one long, continuous haul through to winter again. It's times like these I feel like taking up an extreme sport just to prove I am not old yet. Not that, realistically, I am particularly old. Mid twenties isn't really over the hill quite yet, so I shouldn't feel this way, but there is something rather symbolic about the loss of the summer holiday which makes it seem that much more of a problem.
Anyway, let me know what you think about it all - tom_rowson@hotmail.com
Oh, by the way, just noticed I spelled Australia 'Asutralia' in my last entry. Apologies. Especially to my mum, since she is Australian. And to think I wondered why on Earth you would want to spell-check a blog...