Poets meet in old Japan

[wongkk]

Today has been dark, cold and afflicted with hours of persistent rain. At this point of the year, when the Winter feels endless, my mind thought of recreating a classical scene such as is conjured by poets of old Japan, usually in a solitary hut hidden in the recesses of a remote forest or mountain, where the elements outside serve only to heighten the serenity within.

Actually my day wasn't at all like this and involved unpoetic, wet cycle rides very much in the teeth of the elements!  But, please, click on the image to see and read the imagined version:




I took the photo in 2009 in kamakura.