Lost Season

I saw blue sky of an old home hanging on the windshield of the car I was steering, while, for it is a life’s routine, driving through the rapid movement of a day, where a cosmos swaying by the wind as a lost season, though I have no notion that why the day always has to go one step ahead of me. On the surroundings of my wearisome life that I have to live through, the blue sky of my old home hanging on the windshield and the roadside swaying cosmos made me recall the season of autumn, the season I was forgotten all about, an autumn has to be an autumn and when my fingertip touches to search for an old reminiscence through the windshield, the blue sky ascends higher and higher to reach the stars other side of sitting sun as a ripening season of my hometown.