Leaves

It is Sunday and I travelled south to a park with my camera. I suppose it is no longer Sunday as the clock showed it was 1am earlier. But I haven’t slept, so for that reason, the day hasn’t changed. I think about the day in the park. I went there for two reasons. One; to take pictures of the pretty leaves in the trees. Two; to stand on the dry leaves on the ground. There is something wonderful and satisfying about the latter. It has been dry for a few days, which, in this city, is a rarity.