Saturday, May 11, 2002
More yucky weather...48 degrees, rainy, windy...March in May. Tried to shop but it was too hard fighting the elements. Really a lazy day.
by: Tu Fu (712-770)
Roads not yet glistening, rain slight,
Broken clouds darken after thinning away.
Where they drift, purple cliffs blacken.
And beyond -- white birds blaze in flight.
Sounds of cold-river rain grown familiar,
Autumn sun casts moist shadows. Below
Our brushwood gate, out to dry at the village
Mill: hulled rice, half-wet and fragrant.