Water is powerful. It can wash away earth, put out fire, and even destroy iron.
Perhaps it seems odd that a casual meeting on the street could have brought about such change. But sometimes life is like that isn't it
At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.
A geisha has studied a man's moods and his seasons. She fusses and he blooms.
I stumbled out into the courtyard to try to flee my misery, but of course we can never flee the misery that is within us.
He was like a song I'd heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since.