Sitting in the sun and feeling tiny prickles of rain on my bare arms.
Sounds of entertainment drifting up Mount Sion from the Pantiles as if the town is having a party.
Watching the lime tree opposite from a central point below it. When there is a gust of wind, it looks as though someone is shaking the tree from within the canopy. As the gust subsides the individual branches sway gently as though waving goodbye.
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The movement, sound and suspense of trees in Summer - beautifully captured here. I recall Mallarme said something about poetry being located in the motion of Summer leaves...
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