Standing in the wind tasting the br air as it rushes past me, I am br br surprised that the sound of life br has not generated more excitement. br br Trees glow with their own power br and the leaves of summer burn br br brightly green through my mind. br I wonder about the looping branches br br of an ordinary life. Sustained by hope, br I imagine the being out of doors for br br the remainder of my life. The bustling br grass inviting me to lie down and enjoy br br the patterns of nature as it rumbles br through the day. I find myself in the br br midst of something I will not understand. br There seem to be rumours and false br br information floating around my thoughts. br I take a drag of my cigarette, and as I do br br it starts to gently rain. I continue to stand br in it, getting wet. After so much nothing br br I hear something is going to happen and br I know it might possibly affect me. I know br br that whispered voices always mean mystery br and finally with anticipation I shut myself br br away from the sound of dissension. I am br only here, with little chance of renewal.br br Chris G.