Wise Friend,
This time, let’s make no sense. Let’s throw thoughts to each other. Unrelated, maybe even illogical.
Sensitive Friend,
You start! Perhaps I can fall in line.
Wise Friend,
Here it is: What word would describe a state of mind when you have questions and thoughts about some events, and they are not real questions–like interrogatively or judgemental, and not worries either? They are on your mind.
Sensitive Friend
Ohhh! I don’t know.
Let me try as well, the throwing part: I’m not even sure if life is unfair, though it is a mystery.
Wise Friend,
I feel as we are already in full winter while people around me tell me they enjoy the Indian summer. I delight in the crispy air mornings and evenings and ask around how much crispier they will get. I get these mysterious smiling answers. They assure me it will get much crispier.
Sensitive Friend,
Driving now is a joy. The trees are in any shade of yellow, green, red-purple you can imagine. Not only the trees but the bushes, too. It is so strange. While still light with the sun practically gone, I go out of the building, and I feel as if the sun is shining, because of the colours of the leaves. Even when raining, I have the same sensations.
Wise Friend,
I’m so unwilling to miss any tree changing its colours, and I have to be extremely careful when I drive, as I look even inside the gardens I pass not to lose any autumn effect.
I imagine having a camera all around the car and being able to push a button on the steering wheel.
eachword-eachday 