26 October 2011

The best:

when heavy clouds are billowing up over the mountains and
the tiny golden leaves are swirling on the asphalt and
the stark slivers of sunlight, struggling to pierce through, pulsate
flits of chromatic vitality into the reds, oranges, and yellows
against the greyscale, and everything shushes except for the
hum of the wind and your footsteps.

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