David Seruyange's Radio Weblog

Monday, October 31, 2005

SAD

In the Japanese religion of Shintoism, fall is a special time. The observer tries to internalize the beauty of the changing leaves by entering nature. Man enters nature, and nature, in turn, enters man.

There's truth to the effects of this kind of beauty. It's not as though leaves don't turn elsewhere, but the prospect of a stark, brown winter makes me hold on to the colors for as long as I can. It's effervescent: most trees are leafless now.

Too many things in life are transitory. As hard as I try to keep that color with me, it slips away. Like music. Like friends.

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