Patricia Furstenberg, Writer of Historical Fiction, Children's Books
Travel via Stories
Where do our thoughts escape to?
The wondrous one that sneaks out while we languidly watch the sea change its colors? The pressing ones that run away as soon as our mind got caught in the seagull’s wing. The long forgotten ones that elope us before we even blink the sun away.
Where do they go?
I guess I am one of the very few for which looking at skulls in the Catacombs of Paris means a great holiday – yet I do know that my daughter and my favorite author, Kathy Reichs, fall in the same category. Bones are the very last of our earthly traces and a proof of the existence of life itself. Bones symbolize that life is indestructible and they symbolize resurrection too (in Jewish tradition). Yet bones constantly remind us of our own mortality and of our feeble presence in this world.
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Welcome to Scarlet Autumn and Chestnuts, Shades of Fall.
Dressed today only in russet and sepia, underneath a cloak of raindrops, Autumn painted her lips scarlet to match her passion for life.
Whoever said Autumn if full of dead lives hasn’t seen her jumping through puddles.
It is here, between the spiraling leaves, Autumn’s crimson battle and a Ferrari!
It has been a long, crimson battle for the shaggy warrior, but he won it. Nevertheless, the carmine bodies of his opponents, the Autumn’s subjects, littered the ground.
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If you’re lucky you get to witness Autumn capturing the last heat of the summer’s sun in its deep yellow leaves, like a cat with gamboge eyes.
Gamboge canopy.
Powdery like saffron, spicy like mustard.