late afternoon. september winds arrive from france. they roam the trees in the street, paint the grey sidewalks with whirls of yellow and red that keep moving. natural art, i think. leaf sculptures.
later i call a friend, and we talk about journeys to angkor and walks through autumn gardens. about long distance trips and short distance trips. about the time it takes to be in a place, to arrive there, to leave from there. leaves, i think. leaf, leave.
"die welt ist überall," my friend says -
"the world is everywhere."
(originally posted September 2007, and now inlcuded in Makro Week at Shine)