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

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