Reincarnation

I am a native man walking down a dusty track in Tanzania. The next village is only half a day away. My fingers are sticky from the blood of my latest kill, a large rodent that I skinned and ate. The flies are with me on this journey. It is summer after all.

I am a wealthy widower, a socialite. Newspaper photographers snap me often at charity events. My popularity is often splashed on the "Out and About" page. Behind the glitz and glamour I have no concept of what true friendship really feels like. It is winter after all.

I am an addict to inner city vices. I snort cocaine and prick my veins, and place heavy demands on my family. I steal to feed my sickness so I can escape the realities of life. However, whenever I escape, I find myself in another restricted condition. It is fall after all.

I was once all of these things. Now I am the observer of all the seasons. I am spring, and I am about to blossom.