The sky reflects a brilliant sea of white, the blanket of white mirrors the fleecy clouds above. An outline of bright blue sky illuminates the land. A globe of white, the heaven and earth indistinguishable, saturated with the aroma of cotton. White gold hanging on stalks ripe for picking.
In ten days, if the weather holds out and you observe carefully, you might glimpse a farmer smiling.
All year they toil for this moment.
Christmas in Autumn. Let heaven and nature sing….
|The BAT picking her own cotton.|