Unusual October

Unusual October What can I say about a perfect day in October? a mild sun that appears to be fused with silver. A few cumuli, looking like a bride’s belt, and the sky has a blueness that is not deep rather of mythical haziness, a dream not yet realized seeking understanding of something that is limitless. The garden is full of flowers, it is as a new spring has sprung, wordless and in supple silence I can hear the forest’s animals sigh in utter contentment. I cannot afford to sleep I must catch this very moment before the good days end.