white world
[sep 12 2004, 18:54]
i can feel it. summer is over, autumn is coming. the days are getting shorter and the faces longer. right now, the sun sinks behind the trees and that very special golden light fills everything. some birds are still chirping and the trees are nice and green...
and yet...
in a few weeks time, the trees will be empty. they will lose all their leaves which then land on the ground, colored and crumpled, for couples to shuffle through with their feet and for children to collect. there will be that very special sharp wind and no more sun. the rain will start falling again and the earth will soak it up just like myself. there will be evenings when it gets too cold to stay outside so you get in and slip under your blanket with a cup of tea and a good book.
and then...
and then, when you wake up and get out, the air will smell special, clean and soberand expecting. and, by then, the days will have become even shorter and it will be dark when you go to work and it will be dark when you get home. and there will be less birds in the sky and more reruns on tv. and then it'll come. it'll start with one single snowflake followed by billions and billions which are, if you look close, not just white feathery balls of coldness but tiny stars that fell from the sky. and when some time has passed, they will have filled the streets and the trees and the people that walk around swearing looking for their car.
and then, somewhere at this time, i'll feel home again. it is as if nature would show the world how i feel inside.
my life lacks summers...
charon
and yet...
in a few weeks time, the trees will be empty. they will lose all their leaves which then land on the ground, colored and crumpled, for couples to shuffle through with their feet and for children to collect. there will be that very special sharp wind and no more sun. the rain will start falling again and the earth will soak it up just like myself. there will be evenings when it gets too cold to stay outside so you get in and slip under your blanket with a cup of tea and a good book.
and then...
and then, when you wake up and get out, the air will smell special, clean and soberand expecting. and, by then, the days will have become even shorter and it will be dark when you go to work and it will be dark when you get home. and there will be less birds in the sky and more reruns on tv. and then it'll come. it'll start with one single snowflake followed by billions and billions which are, if you look close, not just white feathery balls of coldness but tiny stars that fell from the sky. and when some time has passed, they will have filled the streets and the trees and the people that walk around swearing looking for their car.
and then, somewhere at this time, i'll feel home again. it is as if nature would show the world how i feel inside.
my life lacks summers...
charon