beautiful morning...
jazz at chapel was okay, couldn't do as much as i'd liked as frozen fingers don''t make for very good dexterity...
the clouds are alive.
love the bright sun creating shadows...
the shade of the trees melting into darkness as a cloud slowly covers the sun.
'i see no shadow because the shadow's all there is...'
the other day i looked at the two photos of autumn leaves that are on my wall...
debating which one i was.
the leaves blaze beautifully as they die...
the snow covers the deadness making it clean, fresh... alive even...
and then there's a time of gray, of brown...
of no snow and the green is yet to come, there are roots forming but no green shoots...
no snow to cleanse, no green to calm...
and the world is dead and still...
but as long as there is time there will be motion.
burning...
gnawing...
icarus.
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