Sunday, August 14, 2005

Small rain drops, distant music, lime tree

Sitting in the sun and feeling tiny prickles of rain on my bare arms.

Sounds of entertainment drifting up Mount Sion from the Pantiles as if the town is having a party.

Watching the lime tree opposite from a central point below it. When there is a gust of wind, it looks as though someone is shaking the tree from within the canopy. As the gust subsides the individual branches sway gently as though waving goodbye.

1 comment:

Lucas said...

The movement, sound and suspense of trees in Summer - beautifully captured here. I recall Mallarme said something about poetry being located in the motion of Summer leaves...