It's darkness, cold and a deep, unpleasant silence. Nothing on TV, the computer doesn't work and every one is out. I try to listen some music.
I hear the sound of the flute stronger and stronger. I walk to the bookcase and just watch. There's something I want to find. There it is: Matsu Basho "Oku No Hosomichi"(
The Narrow Road to the Interior ). I start reading, my eye concentrating to a certain point so far...

I'm not alone. Or maybe I am alone but it's fine.





A single bird
flying to nowhere-
Basho's shelter