In the Fall, are there a lot of purple clouds?
In the Fall, are there a lot of purple clouds?
- I don’t know, and I don’t remember that.
I just like to write letters by purple ink. The color purple is a happy color in this country, like in a happy day dream. Easy…I can see it, I can touch it, but I don’t have to buy it.
Here, the city has me. When Autumn comes, the winds are very long and strong. Around the city there are many big palm trees. More big trees, less leaves, in the fall . But still there is not enough yellow leaves to fall in the Autumn for winds to blow far away…
But a few leaves fall off the tree. They stop close to the wall. The wind flies by it; passes by it. It doesn’t carry the leaves. When I see the leaves so lonely laying and waiting for the wind; the leaves have Autumn written on them.
I like to write poems, when I see clouds, the colors of the clouds, whether they are white, purple or pink.
Thinking stops, when the phone rings:
Someone asks in a loud voice:
- Can I treat you to a cup hazelnut coffee?
I say:
- Of course!
This time in the evening, after I answer the phone, I look outside the window. Looking up, then looking down, looking to the right and left …
Summer’s still here. The color of the sky is still very... green. Wind blows lighter in everything: in every thought, every leaf of the trees, and in every color of the flowers. Butterflies are only white or yellow.
- What color of dress will I wear to go out?
-Purple? Yes!
After I change my clothes, I lightly put purple eyeshadow on top of my eye. Blink. I start to think about the purple clouds far away searching for an Autumn to fly over in the ocean …
