it doesn’t make sense, but it took a strong feeling.

Static branches hang on the trees like rain.

Have you ever seen a season in such want of a hug?

Perhaps this is why we love most joyously in the winter.

When nature abandons cosmetics, and quits loving us…

We look around in new wonder,

Not for the missing leaves just now but

something else

not some thing

but some one

we look for someone else

to love

to give thoughts to.

Can you hear it? Your favorite voice?

Apart from all the empty talking?

The world is gray and white.

and colorless.

So not what do you see.

But what do you feel?

The shift.

To make us appreciate the sun [wherever he went],

And the people. All those lovely people beneath him.