A Taste of the Four Seasons

I'll write this when I have time!

A winding stretch of misty water, homes on both banks.

A small boat drifting by, white walls and dark tiles.

In Sifang Town stood a little tavern. The owner's granddaughter, Ayu, had delicate features and was just fifteen when she took over the business.

By the wine vat, a beauty like the moon, her snowy wrists gleaming like frost.

A young Taoist priest traveling the land passed through and tasted the wine Ayu had brewed herself. Sword and cat alike, he got drunk amid the lush green of Sifang.

Reader's guide: A writing exercise with little emphasis on plot

Theme: Wherever the heart finds peace is home