27 August 2012
Swirling wet wind, smashing into the crusted brown leaves, tugging and tearing them from their precarious perch. They wander in the indifferent, violent wind before crash landing on the damp darkened concrete. Each of them landing at separate times and places but each of them dreaming of the previous spring.
(The new generation peak out from their buds and dream of the following.)
Meaningful Foibles • Opuss № I