an understanding exists
among people who live here
on seasons of which there are two: rainy and monsoon. in this part of the world, trees with leaves that age in reverse unfold first, a deep red, then pink, yellow and green. a false autumn. it's not a question on the absence of life – winter has no hold here – but how to bear the seasonless passing. we who live here, how we long for change.
By Mira Song
QLRS Vol. 10 No. 2 Apr 2011 |
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