Who knows what the glyphs encrypt; perhaps they bear within them the weight of a billion unheard tales and the levity of forgotten dreams.
Perhaps within them are cavernous spaces which resound with the footsteps of a receding antiquity and the footfalls of an impending future.
Autumn winds are the winds of change and transition, a time to harvest the past and look to the future, yet a time to stay grounded and appreciate the magnificence surrounding us that is the present.
A fantasia that runs amok, searching for notes that will add to this symphony of color.
Hinglaz Bardoloi