It came as a surprise – this vision of beauty and abundance – but there it was, rustling all around me. I waded into its brown waves and knelt in the dirt. The monuments of Gettysburg disappeared – swallowed by the scent of the earth as much as the cornfield around me. It was a heady perfume, this scent of autumn: as sweet as a sigh, but powerful enough to cover the memory of blood.
in gold and brown notes –
of lost and found
Linked to Carpe Diem Time Machine 8. We were given 24 hours to write a kikôbun – “a literary travel journey entry; a set of notes similar in format to haibun.”