the years appear to pass slowly when we are very young
and as we age, their pace quickens,
chunks of time float like icebergs,
melting into cold grey waters,
sailing gracefully and not so gracefully
one at a time–
as brittle petals fly into the late evening breeze,
toward the setting sun of autumn
spanishwoods 
Chunks! big chunks of time float away…
so perfectly descriptive
beautiful photo Sylvia and wonderful words to think about
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Yes! Thank you so very much.
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Really wonderful!
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Thank you.
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beautiful and insightful as always 🙂
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Thank you Jodi 🙂
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🙂
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🙂
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chunks of time floating into the grey…..that captures it so well…… great use of language and a great poem
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Thank you so much.
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Accurate assessment, Sylvia. May we enjoy the sunset. 😉
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Thank you Eliza.
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Thank you. I’ve never done that before, but I’ll keep it in mind.
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“as brittle petals fly into the late evening breeze,
toward the setting sun of autumn”
This lines are really encaptivating when visualised <3.
A really beautiful artwork 🙂
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Thank you very much.
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