fall

Every thing's retreating, changing or better say trying to. The trees pull back their juices. I feel that i have to push myself to write and take pictures. so I just follow the flow and do less. Feel and think more about what's happening around me. Its a time to sit still and internalize the turbulence of summer's stories. Look back without judging, just looking at it and taking new turns where they have to be taken. Spontaneity is making place for weariness because we feel that what surrounds us reaches deeper levels. And if we can connect with these deeper levels, we try to listen to them. For they are the elders that live inside us.

Done