August 3: Seasons August Writing Prompts...

This made me think of a Sinatra song:

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When I was seventeen it was a very good year

It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights

We'd hide from the lights on the village green

When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one it was a very good year

It was a very good year for city girls who lived up the stair

With all that perfumed hair and it came undone

When I was twenty-one

Then I was thirty-five it was a very good year

It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls

Of independent means, we'd ride in limousines their chauffeurs would drive

When I was thirty-five

But now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of the year

And now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs

From the brim to the dregs, and it poured sweet and clear

It was a very good year

It was a mess of good years
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Heartlander · 80-89, M

:) I love the sharp contrasts displayed in your image. Like how many October or November days started off still clutching on to Summer but turned into blizzards by supper time.

Your years ahead are likely to be your best, thanks in part to the experiences and lessons learned in the previous years; but get ready to replace your parents' generation and their thousands of supporting actors. There's a point ahead when you and your generation will completely replace them, and you will replace them one by one until they are all gone. So make the best of them while they are still alive, and try to squeeze every ounce of remaining wisdom from them before it's your turn.

We grew up in the Gulf south and even a single snowflake is an unwelcome intrusion. But later we have family in North Dakota who continuously remind us that North Dakota ranks at the top of most happiness charts. It starts with the intention to be happy.

CookieCrumbs · F

I think you have to learn to make the best of things if you want to have any chance at happiness.

This.

This is a life lesson that we only learn through experiences at failing and succeeding, loving and losing.

We can’t control what happens to us, but we can do our best to make choices that support our happiness at that point in our lives.

Cheers to a life well lived! 🥂

HeavenBesideYou · 56-60, F

Winter always comes back around, both literally and figuratively.

Vivaci

Champs is back!!! 🥰

Very poignant writing, my beautiful friend. Life as we know it, has been a blessed journey this far. 💞🤗 Yours is awesome since you’ve enjoyed Spring and Summer…👍🏻🎶💐

Montanaman · M

"Take what you can,
Change the Seasons...

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Stillwaiting · M

Simply wonderful.

Freeranger · M

We all look back....no question, and evaluate our lives, but the emotion separating longevity from insanitty lies in finally putting away the yardsticks.

Rutterman · 46-50, M

What a lovely, thoughtful post. You're one heck of a good writer and that's one of the things I've always appreciated about you.