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backpack for a pillow
Walking early, first on the rails, balancing. It's one of my favorite things. Later, past kids waiting for the bus. One girl had made her backpack into a pillow and was lying on the cold ground, knees bent. Other kids were standing around. One of the kids, his eyes and mine met. I smiled and looked away.

red leaves
Driving to the dentist, past maples whose leaves are still bright red. I keep meaning to gather some bright-red leaves and make a leaf wreath. I daydream about doing this each year, but I never have. My chances are almost past for this year, too. Of course the leaves would dry and curl and fade right away, but it's the chance to handle that momentary brightness and make something. I can't add at all to their beauty but if I can *use* their beauty, then I'll feel like I've participated in it.

open faces
On the way into the medical building, a silver-haired woman with a walker and a silver-haired man, walking beside her. I don't know even the barest speck about their joys and troubles; all I can tell you is that both their faces seemed open and serene.

hard times
In the building, a thin woman on a cell phone, pacing by the stairwell. "Yeah, I've been having a hard time . . . The kids? They're not little anymore. My daughter's 15 and my son is 13, will be 14 at the end of the month . . ." Does talking on a cell phone confer its own privacy?

maybe tomorrow
After the dentist, passing those red leaves again, but I can't stop, because I have a job waiting at home. And just now I've finished the job, but it's dark out. So maybe I'll try tomorrow.



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Oct. 28th, 2014 10:43 pm (UTC)
I hope you can do something with those leaves. A collage?
Oct. 28th, 2014 11:43 pm (UTC)
I'm still hoping to try for a wreath! I'll let you know.

Edited at 2014-10-28 11:44 pm (UTC)
Oct. 28th, 2014 11:21 pm (UTC)
I often wonder about that privacy bubble. Maybe it's like little kids who hide by putting their hands over their eyes?

(also I love the format of this post -- very 随筆、枕草子)
Oct. 28th, 2014 11:44 pm (UTC)
Thanks <3

She couldn't have been talking to anyone she knew very well, because she referred to "my son" and "my daughter"....
Oct. 29th, 2014 05:48 am (UTC)
I was drawn to red leaves today, too; on my path to work there's a hedge with ivy, and it's turned brilliantly red. I nearly plucked some to decorate my hair. Maybe tomorrow.
Oct. 29th, 2014 12:52 pm (UTC)
YES! You will be a maenad ♥
Oct. 29th, 2014 06:10 am (UTC)
After the dentist, passing those red leaves again, but I can't stop, because I have a job waiting at home. And just now I've finished the job, but it's dark out. So maybe I'll try tomorrow.

I hope you get those leaves.

This is a lovely set of snapshots.
Oct. 29th, 2014 12:52 pm (UTC)
I hope to go do that next.
Oct. 29th, 2014 06:13 am (UTC)
"... still bright red"? I thought they'd only just be starting! Isn't it only just autumn?
Oct. 29th, 2014 12:53 pm (UTC)
I'm in the cold northeast! By November, most of the leaves have fallen, though the oak leaves can cling on through most of the winter.
Oct. 29th, 2014 09:27 am (UTC)
Hmm. I guess all those images are transitory in one way or the other. It makes me want to stuff a pillow full of red leaves.
Oct. 29th, 2014 12:54 pm (UTC)
You would have fragrant autumn dreams.
Oct. 29th, 2014 09:48 am (UTC)
I felt so blessed to be in Oklahoma during the turning of the leaves, mundane as it is compared to New England's spectacular display. It was so uplifting to see the shifting of a season, to document the last hummingbird of the year for my guardian's birdwatching project, to glimpse cardinals flitting fast like your maple leaves caught in a gale...
Oct. 29th, 2014 12:55 pm (UTC)
You know, I think New England is just good at marketing its foliage. When I see pictures from other places in autumn, they're equally gorgeous.

to document the last hummingbird of the year

That is both beautiful and poignant.
Oct. 29th, 2014 10:56 am (UTC)
Always good to see something cheering on the way to the dentist!

Also, private conversations - oh, so many thoughts attached to this one: the people who walk right up to you in the street and say 'hello', but not to you, to someone on their phone; the people who hold conversations during a performance; the people muttering to themselves in the street because they've got a cool headset...
Oct. 29th, 2014 01:00 pm (UTC)
I guess it's a whole new mode of interaction, and we're in the process of developing etiquette around it, and so there are all kinds of divergent feelings about it. I wonder how things will standardize out--or if they will. The technologies keep changing, and with the whole world using them (and different cultural norms in different places), I guess there may *not* be a standard etiquette.
Oct. 29th, 2014 03:11 pm (UTC)
I guess there may *not* be a standard etiquette.

Mostly there isn't, of course - and yet we behave as if there were.
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Oct. 29th, 2014 01:05 pm (UTC)
I want to give her a blanket

I had that feeling too. The fact was that she was telling someone who must have been something of a stranger (since she referred to "my son" and "my daughter" rather than calling them by name, which she would have done if the person were better known to her) that she was having hard times conveyed to me deep distress :(

I want to be like those silver-haired people too. I was yearning for their harmony with one another. I feel like I'm a hard person for anyone to live with in that harmony.

I have albinism -- So your hair will stay white, and beautiful.

Edited at 2014-10-29 01:06 pm (UTC)
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Oct. 29th, 2014 01:48 pm (UTC)
Very good point about honesty, and self-honesty is hardest of all--we're (I'm) pretty good at pulling the wool down over my own eyes.

How did you dye your eyelashes? Oh wait: did you use mascara? (Thinking of safe ways to color your eyelashes--but that would be a way)
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Oct. 29th, 2014 01:17 pm (UTC)
I think maybe sometimes you are so lost in yourself and your world that you only feel the person at the other end of the phone and it no longer matters who might hear. Most people avert their eyes from your sorrows, maybe ears are the same way.

You notice life in all its forms though. You would HEAR her. ::hugs::

I hope you get a chance to have your wreath.
Oct. 29th, 2014 01:50 pm (UTC)
I *hope* I would. I tend to have delayed reactions. It's like I live in slow motion, relative to the rest of the world.

Thanks--I did online stuff this morning instead -_- But I hope to still seize a moment.
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