Birds shoot by, black dashes
Solitary petals float to the ground
Holding on is illusory
Today two friends - one of whom is the author of the poem above - and I went to see Himeji Castle.
Unfortunately, there was a one and a half hour wait just to buy tickets. At the very back of the line was a man with a bullhorn issuing directives to the crowds converging on the castle grounds. All along the queue, park staff stood with signs saying how long the wait was. Signs that dashed the hopes of those who had stood quietly in the rain, optimistic that maybe the line would start to move quickly. It didn't.
So we decided to come back another day. We walked a bit in the park and I took some pictures of the cherry trees. The weather was terrible but the trees and the gardens were lovely. And, of course, the company was grand.
Here are a few pictures. The one at the end is for those of you who expressed an interest in my new haircut. I love the picture and I think it's a good replacement for the old one up on the blog profile.
Yes, that's me (and my bad habits).