I love this so much, Leanne! This touches me so deeply. I've been noticing how the flower bouquets at the market have more autumn colors. This saddens me. I always think that it is not color that begins the autumn. The colors are so dissonant. It is the sound of the wind that tells us. Even the weight of the still air is different in how it reveals shifting heat, and from there my eye goes to search the horizon: darkness lifts its gating sounds.
Sally, thank you so much for your beautiful poetic words~~~ Just beautiful!!!!!! After reading the Japanese poem, I did find myself thinking of coming autumn when I felt a breeze...so rare in summer stillness. I love how you wrote of still air versus the revelation of shifting heat xoxoxoxoox
I love this so much, Leanne! This touches me so deeply. I've been noticing how the flower bouquets at the market have more autumn colors. This saddens me. I always think that it is not color that begins the autumn. The colors are so dissonant. It is the sound of the wind that tells us. Even the weight of the still air is different in how it reveals shifting heat, and from there my eye goes to search the horizon: darkness lifts its gating sounds.
Sally, thank you so much for your beautiful poetic words~~~ Just beautiful!!!!!! After reading the Japanese poem, I did find myself thinking of coming autumn when I felt a breeze...so rare in summer stillness. I love how you wrote of still air versus the revelation of shifting heat xoxoxoxoox