Tranquil MMVI.41 [wire-strung harp] Arpeggio of the Leaves

a chilly landscape. a breeze scuttling the leaves. so quiet the birds. ... The leaves turn to golden and red, quaking in the October breeze... The rustle of fallen leaves, scuttling across the path... i pull up my collar, and push my hands deeper into my pockets as i walk along, the wind picking up, and howling faintly through bare tress. Coming is the season Kurt Vonnegut called 'the Locking' -- that long cold silent time before Winter. For now, i nuzzle my face lower into my scarf, and think of the Autumn beauty about me. I have lived through many Winters. There will come an Autumn which will be my last. I sometimes think upon such things, as the leaves turn golden and red, quaking in the October breeze. ~heath ... Changing the World, one groove at a time, "for music hath charms to soothe the savage breast." -William Congreve ... Creative Commons deed 2.5 - attribution, non-commercial, share alike.