La Musique

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Today, on my way home, I saw a "cotton ball" grass. I knelt down to gaze at it in sudden familiarity and longing, and gingerly broke off its stalk. Holding it to my lips, I blew. And as I watched the furry seeds take flight on some nonexistent wind, I felt like a child again.

10:29 PM