by Lisa Downing
One summer afternoon a year or so ago, I was looking out the window watching cotton from the cottonwoods float by. It was really an unusual year for cottonwoods that season, because the air looked thick with all the cottonwood seeds.
There was an interesting balance between these fluffy little balls and the power of the wind. The breeze was really strong, but not damaging to the seeds, and the seeds were really delicate, but able to ride safely and flow with the power of the wind.
My husband and I tried to find a word to describe how everything looked that season, and found “diaphanous” which means a delicate and transparent texture. A perfect description for what inspired this song.