tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751182489417068121.post2023044110832344712..comments2023-04-09T09:29:13.069-04:00Comments on Watching the Grass Grow: Life is a TransitionTamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18043592847837359464noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6751182489417068121.post-24014778615710018472015-08-30T20:37:07.547-04:002015-08-30T20:37:07.547-04:00I like the word komorebi. It describes beautifully...I like the word komorebi. It describes beautifully the view in my back yard during a morning sunrise. On those pleasant mornings when it's neither thick with humidity or frigid, I take my coffee out on my balcony and enjoy the komorebi through Huntley Meadows Park. In the spring, it's brilliantly open because there's no leaves filtering the light. In the fall, it's colorful because the blend of autumn leaves bring to life a rainbow komorebi. But, on those rare summer mornings that are fresh, the filtering effect is astounding. The leaves let through just a slight shimmer of light creating a prismatic komorebi. It's brief, but breath taking. Thank you for introducing me to the word.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com