Woven-Words

Maple, pond, stone lantern and koi, a serene Japanese scene
in a Chicago household’s yard by a noisy state road.  Looking through the kitchen window, centuries fall away and my mind darts to its image storage house where the opulent Japanese natural surroundings were: dazzling kimonos sail through the endless sakura blossom fields; the girls’ short syllable Japanese words mix with tender laughter; next to a plain straw-roofed tea house is a maple leaf covered pond with a stone bridge; a samurai in a dark blue skirt with swords tucked in his waist strolls solemnly in the garden, the beautiful tassel-braided sward handles flanking his left side.

My mind always rest upon these scenes whenever a slight distraction causes the imagination butterfly to wing.  « Read the rest of this entry »