This is the time of the year when some people in my life pop up like mushrooms… later on they become bubbles. Mushrooms…bubbles…mushrooms…bubbles… Its exhausting in a way.

One person who suddenly materializes into the scene is somewhat manageable… but when four of them just begin to march back into your here and now all at the same time, then it suddenly becomes confusing.

Perhaps it has something to do with the rainy season.

Its just too bad that I’ve developed an allergy with mushrooms… and I  definitely hate bubbles.