I’ve seen these hills, they were the same when I first saw them and they are the same now.
Adulthood beckons as the fog outside grows thicker.
Mind you this is no drizzle, it's downpour.
The sky is time's very own hourglass.
Summer is a beautiful but harsh season, and I know it's not all that bad.
Change is the world's first functioning time-machine that only goes forwards.