Mists drift over the spring mountains; the wind and moon stretch without end.
Gathering spring's spirit through the four seasons, setting idle thoughts down on a page.
I casually record the passing years and sketch the tenderness of everyday life,
A page of musings preserves the springtime of every year,
And gives a home to the ease and poetry of ordinary days.
* A few little notes inspired by passing thoughts
Theme: Every season has its own meaning, but spring is the gentlest
