The weather isn't good.
Is the wind strong?
Yes, it is.
This evening I felt weak from it leaning against me.
It is a lonely wind. Even a strong wind can be lonely.
At midnight it is snowing.
I go out.
Under an umbrella, drinking tea,
I stand near the swelling river.
The rising water makes a crushing sound.
Something broken washes away.
Early morning rises, reluctant,
undercover, insulate.
