“Watching wild landscapes I forget distance
and come to the water’s edge.”
- Wang Wei
always, at the beginning of autumn, i feel a longing to become a small, dry leaf and be carried by the wind ... this isn't a wish for death, i think, but rather a desire for transformation ...
It is as if the leaves are ghosts racing since they are no longer tethered.
incredible, isn't it, these simple things? somehow they are monumental.xoerin