24 March 2006
The Sort of Thing Claypot Dreamstance Tells the Trees When He's Walking in the Woods Just Before The First Snow Fall of the Year
Remembering complementary seasons across half a year: anticipating the semi-annual turn and wrapping your neck in wool, watching your breath cloud the air, trudging through the future, following the winter trail. Either way, balanced in the land of crackling leaves and an over abundance of zucchinis, your mind can take you this way or that way but you still end up at the same place: budding green and matted lawns, returning birds and rich dark odor. From autumn’s perspective spring is a foreign land, it might as well be colored splotches in an imaginary atlas of places that never were.
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