a fishing village story

                      There was once a businessman who was sitting by the beach in a small New England village.
As he sat, he saw a New England fisherman rowing a small boat towards the shore having caught quite few big fish.
The businessman was impressed and asked the fisherman, “How long does it take you to catch…

cafe nights

        at the 641        

the way home

        “The house was quiet and the night was calm” ~ Wallace Stevens      

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      

accumulation

        “How much does he lack himself who must have many things?” ~ Sen no Rikyu