Although it turned out to be Ballet in the Rain instead, we had a lovely time didn't we? Huddled under a straw mat, strong gusts of wind flapping it periodically, getting cramps in our calves and butts aside, it was a good laugh nevertheless.
I lean my head slowly to the side, reflect on the camellia on the moss
of the temple, reflect on a cup of tea, while outside the wind is rustling
the foliage, the forward rush of life is crystallised in a brilliant jewel
of a moment that knows neither plans nor future, human destiny is rescued
from the pale succession of days, glows with light at last and, surpassing
time, warms my tranquil heart.