Leapdragon 2016 - Aron Hsiao Was Here

It’s 3.18 in the morning…  §

It’s 3.18 in the morning and black outside. My window is open a little. There is a fairly cold, constant breeze blowing outside — from the east, I think, but I can’t be sure. But I am really writing because over the sound of the wind, I have realized that over and over I am hearing little dry leaves sliding by on the road, one here and one there… and somewhere far away, so far as to be almost a ghost, there is a windchime, a rather pretty one. It is is ringing continuously, like a charm — or maybe a prayer… the last whisper of autumn leaving, going somewhere to the west.

Leaves and windchimes…

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