Fifth Down
[ There's a debonaire-looking redhead on the deck of the ship, mandolin in his lap, strumming it casually. He's wearing a dusty red jazz suit, looking quite comfortable.]
Plum blossoms all have gone,
and peaches, even peaches too.
But cherries now come on.
Ah-- evening already.
The crimson sunset glow
is on the mountain, in the mist,
and on the sea below.
I do wonder how we've ended up on a ship, though I suppose the erratic rhythm of the City adjusts to these quirks. The ocean is usually quite pleasant in spring.
[[OOC: Mandolin playing to the tune of Ten Years Gone by Led Zeppelin. Yup. And he's reciting Japanese poetry-- translated haiku aren't really haiku anymore, but yanno. Feel free to sit and chat~]]
Plum blossoms all have gone,
and peaches, even peaches too.
But cherries now come on.
Ah-- evening already.
The crimson sunset glow
is on the mountain, in the mist,
and on the sea below.
I do wonder how we've ended up on a ship, though I suppose the erratic rhythm of the City adjusts to these quirks. The ocean is usually quite pleasant in spring.
[[OOC: Mandolin playing to the tune of Ten Years Gone by Led Zeppelin. Yup. And he's reciting Japanese poetry-- translated haiku aren't really haiku anymore, but yanno. Feel free to sit and chat~]]