We all have something missing, searching for the other half that fits us. Our personalities are like the four seasons, yet no single season can contain us whole. We are destined to be caught at the boundaries between seasons, chasing, waiting, falling in love, and breaking free of the overlap. We, on the cusp of summer and autumn; they, on the cusp of spring and winter; you, on the cusp of spring and summer: which of us can see this steadfast youth through to the end? I look back on it through the lens of real time.
