Tightrope

Perhaps life is about balance. Or, at least, the luck (or “skill”) to let the many imbalances even each other out. Therefore, perhaps therefore (subconscious at work!) I’ve supplied my tightrope walker with heavy weights – they say “16” in Chinese numbers, as some kind of homage to Monty Python and Oriental Circus in the same time. Voilà.

As we’ve had a beautiful fall. I’ve added elements of that too --- as a memory…

…as Sweet October is already on its way to yild to to the Hades of November, which all shadows, raw moist touching your soul in a most indecent manner; There’ll be yucky sludgy ground where leaves shone brightly, and barren trees with their branches reaching for the pitiless grey sky like black veins poisoned by sorrow. I hope there will be other colourful things in life that strike a balance, but I doubt.