Summer Wind in Winter?

Apparently my pseudonym is Molotov Scotch Tale. I mean, she could be my clone. We think the same things. Anyone who follows these posts would know that she has been a big part of these Evershade posts (see HERE). 

This first is from her. 

These memories have become secrets, and I can't carry them anymore. 

Ugh. I feel that one. You have to slough off memories. In fact as a part of my classes I've found that the human brain is designed to get rid of memories otherwise it would get too full. There are some folks who can't though. They can't adjust to life and living. An interesting premise, someone who can't forget anything. 

Nina writes:

Dancing with the shadows of your absences

Simply, sweet, direct, and true in so many ways. 

Finally there is this from SummerWind (my favorite song btw).

Talk to me while you hug me from behind. 

HA! Who can't love that! Those from behind hugs are the best. 

Speaking of Summer Wind, here's what I love about that song. 

The summer wind came blowin' in

From across the sea

It lingered there so warm and fair

To walk with me

All summer long, we sang a song

And then we strolled on golden sand

Two amigos

And the summer wind

Like painted kites

Those days and nights, they went flyin' by

The world was new

Beneath a bright blue umbrella sky

Then softer than a piper man

One day, it called to you

And I lost you, I lost you

To the summer wind

The autumn wind and the winter winds

They have come and they have gone

And still the days, those lonely days

They go on and on

And guess who sighs his lullabies

Through nights that never end

My fickle friend, the summer wind

The summer wind, the summer wind

The summer wind

I love that line, "guess who sighs his lullabies, through nights that never end" . . . that says alot to me. There's a whole story in that song that I can relate to. I had a friend who was horrid at summers. They would just write off whole summers of friendship for some odd reason. We used to say "we were" bad at summers, but really, it was her. I was just trying to deflect and be nice. 

Like those people you say, "you have to take them in short doses,"  . . . this person couldn't handle summers. So, this song makes me think of them. "My fickle friend . . . the summer wind" and "I lost you to the summer wind" speaks volumes to me about that friend. 

Evershade, evershades , ever shade, ever shades, shades of Betsy