Rustling
falling leaves brush
my shoulder - those newborn gulls
are at it again
Spring is a time for troublemaking.
I like to watch birds, which means I like to watch trees. Swaying, shaking, rustling; there’s a little symphony of activity in each one.
Tonight I’m listening to 映画の中の出来事 by Atlantis Airport, which — despite the fact that I can’t understand a single word — might just be the best song I’ve ever heard.