How do you feel about cold weather?
In the abstract, sitting here in the tropics, I’m fond of the idea of winter. When I’m in cold weather, I’d prefer not to be.
PROMPT: Cold Weather
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Foul Wind [Lyric]
Trees are wagging,
Whipping, and waving
That were still but
A moment ago.
Dark clouds snuck in
With pattering rain,
But, oh, how those
Foul winds do blow!
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Foresight [Senryū]
from the hilltop,
Spring downpour creeps nearer;
me, sans raingear.
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PROMPT: Weather
Partly cloudy.
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Cold Rain [Haiku]
Turbulent [Haiku]
BOOKS: “Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow” by Jerome K. Jerome
Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow by Jerome K. JeromeMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
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This is a collection of fourteen humorous essays on a range of topics related to human existence. Besides the titular topic of living a life of idleness, other discussions include: love, poverty, vanity, attire, eating, pets and babies. (The latter two being distinct topics addressed in different chapters, though not with an altogether different attitude.)
Much of the humor holds up well considering this book originally came out almost a hundred and forty years ago. That said, it must be acknowledged that some of the humor and a number of the attitudes have not aged well and will not necessarily be relatable.
If you’re looking for a collection of essays on life that are humorous, if not contemporary, this book is worth looking into.
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The Gray [Haiku]
on a hilltop,
neighboring hill in clouds:
its dwellers in gray.
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Pond Waves [Haiku]
“The Rainy Day” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [w/ Audio]
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
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