May Summer Last A Hundred

Sometimes The Valley Below Is Like A Bowl Filled Up With Fog. I Can See Hard Green Figs On Two Trees And Pears On A Tree Just Below Me. A Fine Crop Coming In. May Summer Last A Hundred Years.

Although I Am A Person Who Expected To Be Rooted In One Spot Forever, As It Has Turned Out I Love Having The Memories Of Living In Many Places.

As Travel Pushes Me Forward, Memory Keeps Dragging Me Backward.

I Had The Urge To Examine My Life In Another Culture And Move Beyond What I Knew.

After Owning A Pool, I Think The Best Way To Enjoy The Water Is To Have A Friend Who Has A Pool.