On sunny days, the little golden leaves in the park twinkle as they flutter down like weightless golden coins.
On rainy days, the rain pounds the sodden yellow maple leaves into the pavement, so they are never crisp underfoot as autumn leaves should be.
The sun rises later and sets earlier, but now that I feel safe in this city, it doesn't matter quite as much. I can drag myself out, fearlessly, into the night. I still have energy enough, unlike last November. I am counting on this trip to Vietnam and Cambodia to provide me with sunshine to last the winter. I am going to sit back with my face to the sun as much as I can, storing it up.
On rainy days, the rain pounds the sodden yellow maple leaves into the pavement, so they are never crisp underfoot as autumn leaves should be.
The sun rises later and sets earlier, but now that I feel safe in this city, it doesn't matter quite as much. I can drag myself out, fearlessly, into the night. I still have energy enough, unlike last November. I am counting on this trip to Vietnam and Cambodia to provide me with sunshine to last the winter. I am going to sit back with my face to the sun as much as I can, storing it up.
No comments:
Post a Comment