Life has become like a fugu dish – Pushes you till you swell like a blowfish. Plays around with you like a skilled chef, every day on edge like dicing with death. Staying positive is quite the luxury. Its poison flows rapidly and violently….
gracious, yellow, orange, gliding on the water as if on a polished mirror
first day of winter – sunshine, slight wind, crickets sing – Indian summer…
all the trees, all the plants – all their leaves bear withered tips
really felt the chill of autumn – through the opened window it put out my candle