This is a new page
I'm no longer waiting for anything
The sun is coming
I was basking in the sun by the stream
Make a pot of tea by the way
The sun does not come
I just snuggled up at home and read
Talk to the sages or listen to gossip in one ear
Call the child over
Stand close to the wall
Use a marker pen
Add another stroke to the top of those increasing marks
Add a grandeur to the little bits of life
Add a surge to the unknown
Or chisel this oppressive atmosphere with force
Let the few long winds squeeze in through the cracks
If you have to wait for something
Then there will be another overwhelming snowfall
Give a new year
Just the right sense of ceremony