Since moving in I cannot recall a time when I’ve so many fallen leaves from the mangrove trees on the jetty - so I took a few snaps in the evening. After which the rain came and I took a few more snaps.
Fallen leaves evoke a melancholy mood in me; on time that had slipped past, people who are gone, places I’ve been and haven’t returned, promises still unfulfilled and getting old. Do they do that to you too?
And I anticipate teardrops on the boardroom table this week as a tense key meeting with the company head honcho looms ahead … *sigh*
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Guitar or no, it’s all music to the eyes and ears (except the meeting, of course…).
Hey, where’s Buddy? Are those imposter dogs?