It's the third day of these dusty grey skies, with the glaring sun and still heat. It's getting depressing. All the colors look faded, and the air scratches. Still, managed to find a few spots:
- Human nature, in its most basic form: Y. sees the leftover donut on the table, and begins crying, reaching out for it, while she drops the donut in her hand. I give her the donut she dropped. She looks at it in surprise, then bother s to eat it, all along keeping a beady eye on the peice on the table. The always need for more. The never seeing what is there.
- The autumn leaves on the tree have started to petrify. Fallen on the floor, they perch like small sculptures, some turning in, others turning out,
Even the red leaves are starting to harden. Some branches are still chromatic scales of reds, oranges, green. But interspersed between them, branches with small, hardened pale pink leaves.
- The bright aqua sheet hanging from the balcony, a lone spot of color, framed by faded heather and white. The shape of the billowing bottom is choed in the wave pattern of the lichen on the underside of the balcony.
- The conforming grip of fashion. I realize that the two girls walking ahead of me are actually dressed exactly the same, just in different colors. Healed high top shoes; tights, swinging knee-legth patterend skirts; short jacket, backpack.
- A big boulder has turned into a mini garden of multiple layers of cyclemens.
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