A fairy tale told by a naughty girl

Oh, oh my. This makes me cry. It makes me want to call up a friend from the humid sub-tropics of my home state and ask them to tell me about the quasi-fall they are experiencing (70’s instead of 90’s. Compared to here where it was in the 40’s last night.) I don’t miss that. But …I do.

ontheborderland:

You who have come from my old country,
Tell me what has happened there ! –-
Was the plum, when you passed my silken window,
Opening its first cold blossom?

—Wang Wei (王维), 701-761

(Image via j_boogie)