I let myself be absorbed into the routines of the day.
Maybe I’ll read something that chimes in with my mood.
Letter to My Wife on a Rainy Night
You ask when I shall return,
There is no knowing.
Night rain on Pa Shan floods the autumn pools.
Some day we shall trim the wick beneath the west window
I’ll tell you what it was like. Pa Shan. The night rain falling.
Li Shang Yin