I seem to have entered into a slip stream, in which my days are disappearing at an alarming rate and chaos reigns. My desk is covered in crafts, schoolwork and plans interspersed with miscellaneous junk. I step outside and that same chaos greets me; topsy-turvy weather, multi-coloured trees and even geese which fly south one day and north the next. Nature itself is in a state of chaos.
I can’t help but ask myself then, what does the chaos represent? Outside I know the chaos is a representation of a seasonal change, perhaps it is the same inside as well.
