typodescript:marianhalcombes:Leaves | Lloyd Schwartz[text ID: You’ll be driving along depressed when
typodescript:marianhalcombes:Leaves | Lloyd Schwartz[text ID: You’ll be driving along depressed when suddenly a cloud will move and the sun will muscle through and ignite the hills. It may not last. Probably won’t last. But for a moment the whole world comes to. Wakes up. Proves it lives. It lives—red, yellow, orange, brown, russet, ocher, vermillion, gold. Flame and rust. Flane and rust, the permutations of burning. You’re on fire. Your eyes are on fire. It won’t last, you don’t want it to last. You can’t stand any more. But you don’t want it to stop. It’s what you’ve come for. It’s what you’ll come back for. It won’t stay with you, but you’ll remember that it felt like nothing else you felt or something you’ve felt that also didn’t last. end ID] -- source link