Perhaps the times
when nobody is in the landscape are silent and lonely. Yet there are
inconsistencies. It is not that there is nothing to say when there is nobody there
to say it. This can go on and on…
Maybe knowing my craft
tells me we are not all brave. We may have to trust ourselves. I have had some
expectations, and observed that the vast sky did not hinder those small white
clouds from flying, but it is no use trying to look on it as a calling, or to
look on it as not a calling. Better to let things come and let things go.
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Elizabeth,
ReplyDeleteI've just had a chance to catch up with your prose here. These conveys such deep images and feelings. Thank you for your writing. I especially like your prose about the arrival of Autumn.