when the season changes i know that it is time to leave many things behind.
i am sitting by my window listening to hariprasad chaurasia performing raag puriya kalyan. there are crickets in the background of this live recording. i hear cars passing by, sirens far away, a dog barking, wind chimes on the porch
and the flutes. and the drone of the crickets.
raat ki raani, na aie lekin.
i am going to slow down for a bit. maybe even retrace some steps.
i feel like i am getting beyond myself.
- birdie
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