20.11.07 | Elements: Air
In the heart of town stands a row of tall and slender trees (no i can't remember their type, so shut it and stop interrupting) almost unnoticed by every passerby, whether it be on foot or vehicle.
Yesterday was a beautiful Autumn day, with a milky blue sky criss-crossed by webs of vapour trails from travellers going about their business far, far above my head.
Yesterday, sitting in my favourite cafe, i glanced across the road in admiration of their silent and calm tranquility as i often do, and let myself grin with delight as they tilted their heads in the lightest of breezes and cast their summer coat of leaves from them in a manner of such carefree and gentle elegance, that even a ballet dancer might stop and applaud their grace and timing, as they readied themselves for a winter sleep.
It was as if they'd been awaiting an appreciative audience. And that audience was me. Only me, for looking around, the humans all continued to go hither and thither about their business, blithely unaware in their hurry, of the beauty smiling benignly right at them in their midst....
This post is for Nadja Deadlook, who smiles at the small beauties we find in life.
And thank you everyone who commented on my last post. There's life in The Saturnyne still! I love yer all.