The all-night rain finally stopped
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
I listen to the nightmare from Japan and ache.
I immersed myself in the still-dripping flowers in the back yard as a tiny antidote.
It’s not enough.
But better. A bit.
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
I listen to the nightmare from Japan and ache.
I immersed myself in the still-dripping flowers in the back yard as a tiny antidote.
It’s not enough.
But better. A bit.