Yellow and Gray
I noticed that the gray day produced not a darkening, but a clarity,
the wash on which the watercolors perform.
A river of malleable west wind stirred the flocks of solid yellow tree wings and pressed them amid the black and white tree branches. Beyond, sliding atop the west-bound sheet of the gray sky water, the black, white, and yellow colors did not blend, but encircled and caressed one another.
my ears caught a whiff of descending violins 
today is better.
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today is also better. much better, governed by the same environment. . . and glowing guitar hero 3 screens, accompanied by my arthritis doomed wrist. but with lots and lots of yellow leaves.
there is something incredibly remarkable about the trees as of late, isn't there? Or maybe I've just finally learned to be constantly aware. If that's the case, awesome!
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