I am nostalgic during the warming up time of year. 21 Aprils ago I finished a manuscript that got me through some big change that eventually brought me to the painting above. Here are two stories from On Rainy Days the Monk Ryokan Feels Sorry for Himself.
I read some of your excellent screed and had to stop--else my heart might.
I am only sad that those who need the info will not bother themselves to question their lives.
I was damned as a young man with the interrogatives! Much better now, really:)