snowstorm casualties

 

 

 

 

 

 

rich

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

accumulation

 

 

 

 

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

~ Sen no Rikyu