raking leaves reminds me of combing my nappy hair when i was a kid...
i have a love/hate relationship raking leaves.
raking makes me go back through so many decades in my mind.
I rake and i’m a teenager, I rake a little more and i’m a young man
i rake again and i think of the days i won’t be able to enjoy this anymore.
that’s what too much raking can do, so i pile some wet leaves on top of my memories to hold them down and keep my thoughts in tact.
i can’t wait until there’ll be more leaves!
