This time of year the water in lakes, ponds and streams takes on a metallic quality, like molten silver. Does that have something to do with the fading light, the browns and grays of the mountains? I don't know. When the snow arrives, water often looks profoundly black, like the eye of a shark.
The earth and heaven utter no word, but
they ceaselessly repeat
the holy book unwritten.
Kaiten Nukariya
Zen page-a-day calendar
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