There's nothing so delightful as standing alone in the fog wrapped in your own breath, listening to the dry rustle of leaves falling, one by one, to the ground. The way the sensory deprivation attunes you to the tiniest of sounds so that you are in and of and yet not in or of yourself... Hee.
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Date: 2005-11-22 12:33 am (UTC)Hee.