One September, HH remembers Summer closures...

HH remembered Summer closures as darkened windows reflected back his solitary pathways, in musty rooms, which were holding onto the days sunshine for as long as they could. He would soon stand at the windowsill, drawing whirlwinds with a finger where his broken nail was jagged, and stare out to the gloomy poorly lit street, at the wild grapes, blackberries and apple trees.

It reminded him that this was the only place one would experience the seasons flirting; where Autumn was always shivering the leaves, and tickling the branches that were slowly swelling with fruit, with the view to entice Winter to attend the seasons ball.

Such long awaited summer closures that even those he was.... (in absentminded routine).... very slowly, forgetting to miss were beginning to fade, and no heartfelt apologies would be made for such loss of memory. There was little regret at the thought of a possible future apology forced onto him, and even less regret at the layers and dustier layers of fading blood red tissues that now pastelised to a pale umber, in drawers of wrapping paper that would never need to be used again, for others birthdays were no longer relevant or insistent in his mind...

The air trickled with silvery inconsequences.... trite, and mundane or so it began. His cold nose, sniffled, although his face felt warm, and eyes that always appeared to submerge some private scandalous memory, were watery. He felt unwell, but not enough to stop the momentum of moving deeper inside himself.

Thoughts that made no sense to him in the full scheme of things where he knew that the damp Autumn dew that trickled down his window pain, condensation, he supposed but really it was the house weeping... Thoughts that he aligned to his particular and peculiar quality of assigning each nuance in his character with a colour, so that he could easily recall his own reflexes of repressed emotions... So today he was simply grey....



[... So what colour did you feel today you became...?]


... written by xsapph...

From the last post on Aspiration ...Welcome to Tiger Fish Intelligence....

Stanza from Leopard Eye, written 29th September 1999

xsapph


....Through honeysuckle entwined china-rose briar.
The primrose pink and paper-white sky fades to autumn gold....

Photo credit: Photo by Dennis Conner. Courtesy of Snow Leopard Trust.
Photo location: Woodland Park Zoo; Seattle, WA USA