August 31^st, 2025

Amidst a thousand clouds and ten thousand streams
There lives one ex-scholar,
By day wandering these green mountains
At night coming home to sleep beneath a cliff
Suddenly spring and fall have already passed by
And no dust has piled up to disturb this stillness
Such happiness, what do I depend on?
Here it’s as tranquil as autumn river water.

Han Shan (~ 730)