I sit below a cherry tree, beautifull in spring

The golden sunrise dapples the pink blossoms

The birds add their joyfull choir

A soft sea breaze blows up the hill

I take no joy in them

My tea turns to ashes on the tongue

A glorious day wrapped in shadows and dust






Akicho, Kenji, you have company coming, treat him well - he is a great man. I will be along as soon as my work is done, I miss you both.