I am not sure how long has it been since I last walked around our allotment. I have stopped my diet of blended celery with carrots altogether. I don’t even care about my blood pressure reading anymore. A lot of time I would just sit by the keyboard and play out the songs that I learned under the tree and interlude it with what ever comes to my heart at that moment. The air is getting uncomfortably chilly now. I still want to try one more time, to sprawl under the tree like before. I desperately needed some warmth to wrap around me. But its going to cost me I was told. Summer is long gone, yet the pain still lingers.