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| Kaii Higashiyama |
Leaves
The
winds that blow -
ask
them, which leaf of the tree
will
be next to go?
Soseki
Yesterday
I was driving down a mapled street as a gust of wind kicked up.
Suddenly I was in a storm of swirling, flaming leaves. They struck at
the windshield from all directions, skidded across the road in front
of me, made little leaf-cyclones along the avenue. It gave me the
sense of an event, as if on my way home I had come upon a street
festival or a riot, people laughing and crowding, pushing me along,
jostling me in their enthusiasm. When the wind died down, it was as
if something had happened to me. I was unsettled, elated. Coming
around the corner I had caught a glimpse of a drama unfolding; as if
I were a character walking into a scene of a story I had not known I
was part of.
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