Return to my place.

I sit here in my place. As I return it seems as if I recognize everyone but no one can remember me. This time I am not welcome. All the energy and determination of the plants have faded with their color. There are very slight remnants of green, or any life in the matter, left for anyone passing by to see. The loss of leaves in tree has left all that it protected now more vulnerable to the elements. Cold and freezing temperatures is now a regular in the daily life of this ravine. The only feeling I can relate this to is a scene in movie that takes place in the waiting room of a hospital. In this waiting room there is a sense of no hope because everyone has already lost. Even the dirt on the side of the hill seems trampled and unsettled. Once a place of life my observation spot is now filled with lifeless place holders waiting for the seasons to come where everyone will return.