June 10^th, 2026

A single path among ten thousand trees,
A misty valley hidden among a thousand peaks.
Not yet autumn, but already leaves are falling;
Not much rain, but still the rocks grow dark.
With my basket I hunt for mushrooms;
With my bucket I draw pure spring water.
Unless you got lost on purpose
You would never get this far.

Ryokan (1758-1831)