still waiting for spring

eyes

open

another hangover

—

the frost on the window

the sound of the river

15 degrees

How sweetly wonderful, dizzyingly so. This is Early Spring, and I feel like chanting something, like “Triple scoop, triple scoop, triple scoop” or related hymns. Soon, a cold beer will be truly delicious, not just a drink out of habit, or because there’s nothing else in the icebox. (And, speaking of Icebox, have discovered the SpellCheck at last. Wasn’t simple or obvious, of course, but nevertheless, by punching a key here, a mouse there, suddenly down drops the Suggestions window. Eventually. It seems to take some time for WordPress to find the correct spelling and make a list of suggestions you may be needing. In the meantime, another window flashes before my wondering eyes telling me that AJAX could not find JHTP or whatever, and the server also wasn’t replying. Now, does this concern me? What am I to do? Whom should I alert? Not knowing nothing, I clicked the blue DONE, and the window disappeared in thankful flash. All this is amusing. And poetic.) And I remember yesterday at Arashiyama:

in spring, finding a fine

view to sketch, the chosen

scene’s cat adds herself