Cloudy. Salt on the walkway at work. It also finds its way onto carpeted hallways. Squeak of rubber soled shoes on ice and snow. As the temperatures got colder, I started looking around for my Green Bay Packers wool hat that I got at a game at Lambeau Field a number of years ago. Couldn't find it. It finally got cold enough the other day that I had to haul out the sweater I keep for such occasions at work. When I brought out the sweater. The cap was revealed underneath.
When it blows
this mountain wind
is fierce.
And when it doesn't blow
it doesn't blow.
Ikkyu
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