"Alysia, this is delicious!" I shout while eating a "slice." Alysia giggles playfully, twisting her toes in the blades of grass beneath us. We are under a tree on top of a hill overlooking the town. "So, do you like it here?" I say yes. "This is the most splendid town ever!" Alysia inches closer to me and we are now touching shoulders. She looks at me from the corner of her eye and I make eye contact. She smiles and gently kisses me on the lips. To describe what I feel now is something I cannot do accurately but I can try. It feels like my entire being is awakening to something higher than me; I am now meeting God. Ok, maybe not that extreme, but I do feel connected to the Earth as I kiss her. Her lips taste like the very spring I smelled before, and as we continue our souls intertwine. We unlock lips and we both are turning rose. No words are said but we lay down staring at the clouds. We then paint, walk around, and she takes me to her home. She says this is where we part and kisses me one last time. She asks me to take care of myself and to try and learn something from this. "Wait, how can we see each other again?" I ask, but she already is in her home. I sit on the curb in astonishment. I stretch my legs and the flower that was on top of her head falls out of my pocket. I try to bang on the door but with my strike, it fades away into a volley of spring flowers that fly in the wind. I don't know what to say. Alysia did say the town was magic, maybe the lady at the magical store can help me! I run into the store and she asks, "Alysia is gone, huh?" in a monotone voice. I slowly nod my head yes, "How did you know?" She walks around the table and closes the door behind me. She pulls up two chairs and asks me to sit with her. "Son, you've done this before and will do this again." Confused, I ask, "What?! I don't don't understand." She grabs my head and I'm transported into a heavenly view of the events of my day. The chasing Alysia, the eating, the painting, are all shown to me repeatedly. The mysterious lady says, "It's always the same. Well, not always. Sometimes you look different, sometimes it's not even Alyisa, or even you. Even in some cases, Alysia marries you, bears a child for you, but it always ends the same. Alysia or whatever woman, breaks up with you, and you eventually spiral into the same loop chasing that flower." She points at the Equinox Flower in my hand. 

I feel like I'm going to be sick. What does this all mean? I watch myself marry, date, have a child with, Alysia and many women thousands of times. Everytime is the same; the old lady is right. I always end up chasing the flower, and when I can't get it, I end up losing myself. I fall to my knees. The lady sits calmly next to me and crosses her legs. "Listen kid, I don't have all the answers. But, I do know you're going to ask me about the flower," she says, lighting a stick that resides in her mouth. "Yeah, what flower is it?" She smiles and I'm shown her rotten teeth and missing teeth. "I don't even know kid, no one does. It's actually funny, the rarest flower seems to be the most abundant. You're right about the name though, it is the Equinox Flower. It's elusive, rare, but all too prevalent." She grabs my shoulder as a proud father does to his son. Before long, the flower floats out of my hand and I begin to chase it. It floats for seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days, and I chase it, running past the images of me with Alysia. I run after it as fast as I can, I need answers! I chase it with my burning heart, my exasperated lungs! I collapse. I catch my breath and the woman sits next to me again. "And here I thought we'd have a chance of breaking the cycle. You seemed different from the others." I grab my temples, what does it all mean?! I chase the flower for years, decades, millennia even. It all becomes a blur that resides beyond space and time. I watch myself, and even people I don't recognize chase the Equinox Flower. I even see some crush it, but are back in the race after a few hundred years. 

I run. In time, I lose my breath. The lady sits next to me yet again. "Don't recognize yourself anymore, do you? All those others out there, I'm not talking about them. They're different people who are made up of the same things as you, but aren't you. I doubt you'll even recognize yourself at this point. You all are lost in the chase of the Equinox Flower. Beyond time, through time, it's all the same." Out of her pocket she grabs a pocket mirror in which I can see myself. "Who is that?" I instinctively ask. I become wise and burst into tears. Who am I? What am I doing? The flower floats around me, taunting me with it's playful beauty. How can I not chase it? It has a vitality to it that I must obtain. I run for longer and longer until I am a completely different person ten times over. I sit yet again, staring at the Equinox Flower. I am shown millions, infinite of myself and others who share my fate. I see some squeezing the life out of the flower, choking it of its beauty. These instances are doomed to repeat themselves. I see some ignoring the flower through will power, but they soon come back chasing again. 

I wait a moment to simply observe these people. I observe the Equinox Flower. I observe our drive to obtain it. What is all this fuss for? Can I be the one to break the cycle, if so how? The flower lands in my hands as a way to taunt me. It glows spectacularly and I'm reminded of the short time I spent with Alysia. It brings about warmth inside of me. I suppose through a miracle I start to feel a feeling of not wanting to chase, destroy, or obtain the flower. I just want to look at it. I stare at it for a long time, and observe it's curves, it's inviting nature. It's like a candy that sweetly sits on your tongue. I think about the last time I saw another flower. This makes me wonder about the beauty of said flowers. Chasing this Equinox Flower, we're all missing out on other beautiful and rare flowers. I stare at the Equinox as it floats away from my hand. I get the urge to chase after it, but I simply sit. The flower floats away and I'm now fine with letting it go. The memories will never do it service, but I'm glad I had the chance to be with it. 

A flash of light burns my eyes. I'm shown a garden of all sorts of flowers. I recognize mostly all of them, but in this garden an assortment of Equinox Flowers still remain. Each flower is just as beautiful, just as valued. The flowers reach to the Sun, they reach into growth. I can sit and stare at them, oogle at them, admire them, pick them, but, that all does them a disservice. A door opens itself to me that allows me to leave the garden. I'm taken back to the reality I know, where the town of Revolution remains. I'm in the train station sitting on a bench. The station is quite full again. A few men reside with me on this bench, varying in ages. Mostly they are old and I'd surmise some are double my age. But alas, we sit on the bench spectating the station full of women and men. I'm oddly content on this bench. I see a commotion near the train doors. A man, who looks like me, spots a woman like Alysia. He follows in the footsteps of myself and other men before me. 

I don't fault anyone for enjoying the nectar of the Equinox Flower, for I enjoyed it, and will enjoy the nectar of other flowers. But, to chase it, to choke the plant of life, to obscure it's petals of the Sunlight with your body, to rip it from its grass, to dwell on the memories you shared with the flower while more flowers are out there, all end in misery. Each flower is unique, even if they share the same name. A flower's nectar is specific to it, and can only be tasted for so long. Before one knows it, the flower either dies with you or because of you.