Its easy to get poetic when you are surrounded by an edifying chill in the air that you simply want to breath in a good lungful of and go "suzushii" (cool)!! Ah!
All that was familiar has gone.Its the Order of Change.Time to Reboot. A.k.a The Magic of Seasons.
At a time like this, its also easy to summon all non existent talents (poetry, singing, art...get it?) one posseses/doesnot posses, in praise of God's creation. How something wholly beyond our control happens with stunning regularity year after year. I may sound like a stuck record but now that I know of its existence, I refuse to budge from my stance. The 'season' story is worth a hearty song and dance anytime, anyplace.
The air has gone silent after the frantic sounds of summer; the birds and cicadas have vanished to renew and restore for the next cycle of life. Only the big fat crows remain singing their lonely guttral song.
The air has gone silent after the frantic sounds of summer; the birds and cicadas have vanished to renew and restore for the next cycle of life. Only the big fat crows remain singing their lonely guttral song.
Temparatures officially dipped in Tokyo and voila the rules of the game changed. Life and our wardrobes will be reordered.Our brazen summer steps tempered. On the bright side, my lovely morning walks toasted under the winter sun are back.Joy.
So then the change of seasons is a humbling experience. Makes you aware of a Higher Order that is really calling the shots. All you, as a speck of humanity can do is show up, on cue, in the right gear. Philosophy. See what I meant about non existent talents?
