Rustle
Leaves roll past down the middle of the road, competing with traffic - clattering, running away from the wind or with the wind, it is difficult to tell. The trees are singing, joyful, lightweight and generous, laying down layers of leaves to be trod upon by busy, careless human feet, while autumn gently rustles the days along.
I've been keeping track of WWW2002 though the sites of Robert Scoble, David Singer and Karl. On the thread of conferences, the Nielsen Norman Group is coming to Sydney, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it there.
Two nights in a row, I dreamed of walking in city streets, sometimes with another, sometimes not.
Posted by sniffles at May 10, 2002 04:18 PM