What can I say about a perfect day in October?
A mild sun that appears to be fused with silver.
A few cumuli, looking like a bride’s belt,
and the sky has a blueness that is not deep,
rather of mythical haziness, a dream not yet
realized, seeking understanding of something
that is limitless. The garden is full of flowers, it
is as if a new spring has sprung, wordless and
in supple silence I can hear the forest’s animals
sigh in utter contentment.
I cannot afford to sleep, I must catch this very
moment before the good days end.
