hot mushroom soup while the skies are pouring down – such peace…
early autumn – open window- darkness swiftly creeping in – cool wind for fresh dreams
thermometer on high, dog barks and wakes me up; looking outside – shades have spread wide
searching for the paper fan, shaking off the dust – swinging the haze around
the gentle caress of white pollen brushing the ear startling the summer nap
early morning light; the wind ruffles through the leaves of the evergreen trees
silent room. light drizzle. incense stick evaporates. dim the lights and sleep.