The Road Was Frozen. The Village Lay

The Snow On The Distant Mountains Was Soft And Creamy, As If Veiled In A Faint Smoke.

Lunatics Have No Age. If We Were Crazy, You And I, We Might Be A Great Deal Younger.

Seeing The Moon, He Becomes The Moon, The Moon Seen By Him Becomes Him. He Sinks Into Nature, Becomes One With Nature. The Light Of The "clear Heart" Of The Priest, Seated In The Meditation Hall In The Darkness Before The Dawn, Becomes For The Dawn Moon Its Own Light.

But A Haiku By Buson Came Into His Mind: 'i Try To Forget This Senile Love; A Chilly Autumn Shower.' The Gloom Only Grew Denser.

The Train Came Out Of The Long Tunnel Into The Snow Country.