Blue mountains! Just spent the week-end watching things drop down … essentially leaves, as the season goes in this lovely region of NSW. But there were also a few other things, including pennies. Strange conjunction of events, since it was Anzac Day, and pennies are supposed to be flipped up in the air!?
More about the two-up tradition: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Two-up
I also saw some rain go down … but water go up as well, at the Bridal Veil Fall, as the thermal winds lifted water up to refresh wary bushwalkers. What goes up, must come down. What must rise, must fall.
I have been blessed and mesmerised in many ways …
Olfactively by wood fire. Visually by fiery trees. Kinetically by eerie lookout views. Gustatorily by top notch roasted coffee beans, craft beer and free range eggs.
As I come down to Sydney, the megapolis, this huge man eating bitch, I feel I left something behind, and urgently need to regroup as the shadow of myself.
The residual image of this experience? A maple leaf, sanguine red, as it’s falling down the inexorable path of entropy.