to really understand the undernetting

Skirting the storms about the magic cottage this morning, I began thinking about seasons in Miami.

tree trunk and bokeh

Humming Nico’s “The Fairest of the Seasons” (on here), I thought about how difficult it is to measure time when the leaves are always green.

Other leaves near the magic cottage have small tears, holes, but these have exposed threads—

webs embedded in leaves

the equivalent of the detachment of oak leaves as their chlorophyll drains?

threads in the leaves

Is the undernetting the fragile future, the ephemeral present, or the threadbare past of the leaf?

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