2187. playing hooky?

all the way up

little voices tumbling down

playing hooky?

 

Yesterday afternoon, early, around 1 o’clock, I went for a walk in the park. It was a beautiful sunny-windy-crispy kind of day. In the distance, I heard gleeful chatter and looked up to see two kids running down the long hill heading my way. Why aren’t they in school? I wondered.

2186. the moon

chilly autumn sky

the moon takes center stage

playing it cool

 

The following is from 1Q84, by Haruki Murakami:  

Aomame raised her glass to the moon and asked, “Have you gone to bed with someone in your arms lately?”  The moon did not answer. “Do you have any friends?” She asked. The moon did not answer. “Don’t you get tired of always playing it cool?” The moon did not answer. 

2185. the beauty of time

 

holding on 

until the very end

three friends 

“Time has a way of showing us what really matters.”  When you slow down and look around, you can see the beauty that’s always there.