It was always on those mornings when I had just enough time to scour the freshly cut, dew laden lawn for those tiny mushrooms that dared to grow, that I knew the day would be a decent one. "Hey!", my sister would threaten, "what are you doing?! Don't do it..." With a knowing, mischievous chuckle I would kick one of my finds down. Sometimes the cap would stick to my shoe along with grass blades. But it was the ones that went flying clear across the lawn that made me laugh triumphantly. The other morning I found a few scattered about after having not seen them for some while. One down. Then another. However, my usual joyful glee - at having destroyed the imaginary fairies resting atop their mushroom capped stools - turned pensive.
August is here and my thoughts usually turn to Christmas of all things this month. Maybe it's that I have an utter dislike for August as it's so dull that I prefer to look forward to things I care about such as Autumn with its orange glow, Halloween and the Holidays. I know better times await in September where life feels like it begins anew. The yellow buses make you late to work, the daylight fades earlier and gives pause for quiet reflection in those oncoming chilly nights. It is in those moments that I would find myself looking forward to new adventures on the train. In that two hour commute, I usually would spend the time diving into a new game or listening to some new music.