November 12th, 2015

hasui rain

No sun, no moon...

Old-fashioned November day- scudding grey clouds, waving trees, occasional rain, this tree and that still flying the tattered orange and yellow colours before the bare monochrome of winter takes over. Not sure why I'm thinking of the bare fields and dark green hills of Fukushima (resounding with gun shots: I believe they hunt boars there) a quarter century ago. Maybe something about the sky?

Have had tooth out, have dope in case of need, was planning calm afternoon reading on sofa as per dentist's instructions. The Watchmaker of Filigree Street came in, and if I'm not compos enough for that, the next line-of-least-resistance Cooper and Fry. But I can't sit still, as ever, so as ever am cruising net and playing solitaire. Maybe I just need to be looking out a window, and neither of my standard reading places does that.