Heavy swirls of mist,
Water spirit’s shower screen,
Pass her the towel.
I was walking to the station this morning and glanced to my right, into the moors, to look at the mist clinging to the ground. I thought of the Japanese tradition of spirits in everything. Trees, Sun, Air and in this case Water. Some spirits are kind, some are malevolent (I’ve watched enough episodes of Monkey to consider myself an expert), others just like to take a lot of showers.
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