Spring has returned to the Côte d’Azur and with it my urge to be poetic, like the budding of flowers and trees, and with the sun rising earlier and earlier; though it still be cool enough that I want to stay snug in bed (if I can sleep through the rumble and crash of the passing garbage truck every morning).
I really do enjoy playing off other people’s haiku and recently @SeditiousBroom has proven to be an interesting playmate
As always, I enjoy turbulent weather or at least the potential for it. Early in the day Friday, the sky was showing such promise of being an interesting day, that I was inspired. However, I ended up being short changed; typical of politicians and deities.
And for Kathy L. who keeps asking me for a haiku…
A couple of days before the whirlwind trip to North America, Baka and I were out walking during that twilight moment where the sun gives off that deep orange glow like that flames of a fireplace; not complete darkness, yet Venus’ could be seen as bright as a spark cast from that same fire.
A week later I find myself on a flight from Salt Lake City to Toronto via Chicago. Stuck in the in middle seat between an older pudgy woman on the aisle seat and a young lady by the window. The cabin is warm, I’ve removed my woolly sweater, and I have the personal air vent blowing full on my face as I nod off now and again, the time zone changes between France, California, and Utah only just now syncing back to normal.
The older woman to my left is wearing too much make-up and I am thinking “oh Buddha, don’t let her slime me, I won’t be able to get it off my beige shirt”. Thankfully she concedes the armrest giving me more room to breath. The young lady sits quietly listening to her iPod and doing a crossword.
The day at 35 000 ft is bright and we’re flying over a completely smooth layer of cloud as far as the eye can see. The young lady pauses for a long while to look out the window.