Sometimes it seems it's easier to pretend something is there when you actually know wholeheartedly there isn't. It's not like you can see the stirring in the trees or feel the heat on your skin. Rather it's similar to searching underneath the floor boards for what you have apparently misplaced. Yet it still hasn't reappeared and the light's dimmer than before. You begin to question has your mind played with you again engaging the emotions until they employed the other senses. Who knows how long this will continue? When the leaves change it'll be another year.