snowstorm casualties

















hide and go seek in her greenhouse
pots of iris and gladiola bulbs
the air was thick and rich
with the scent of dirt




calm before the storm





the stillness is palpable
as a snowstorm approaches
I feel the same excitement
as when I was young



about last night





I prefer the messiness of real life









“How much does he lack himself who must have many things?”

~ Sen no Rikyu