A Life in Film

[akirlu]

There's this fluff blowing through Redmond. It comes unpredictably, when the wind is right. Suddenly the air will be full of constellations, tendrils, swirling galaxies of fluff, touching everything, drifting everywhere -- little spangles of it blow in through your open car window, and out again. It seems vaguely metaphorical, even surreal. There's some sort of metaphysical significance to it, but I can't suss what. I feel as if I'm living inside Fellini's Amarcord. Mostly I just like the way the little motes catch the sunlight when I'm walking the dog, though.

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[numbat.livejournal.com]

reminds me of my first spring at my current address. There was a fine dusting of yellow powder everywhere which totally mystified me till I realised it was pollen from the hundreds of wattle bushes that flower in this city. Apparently none of my previous addresses have been downwind of a major concentration.