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 I remember yesterday at Arashiyama:

in spring, finding

a fine view to sketch,

the chosen scene’s cat

adds herself


2 Responses to “15 degrees”

  1. Richard Steiner adds: “The Spell Checker creeps into and out of use. Sometimes it cooperates, then it doesn’t. Can’t figure this one out yet. Must be an MS Windows function, where the mouse has to be clicked and clicked repeatedly from entry to entry before arriving at the goal, in this case of a correctly-spelled word.”

  2. Kazue Gill Says:

    Liked the cat, but not all the trouble before it!

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