Moonlight

Stacy and I went to a late yoga class together tonight, and I smiled to think of when we used to go to ballet class with our friend Mariah - and always seemed to have the most enormous brunch afterwards.

This was a haiku that the teacher mentioned in class, written in the 17th century by Masahide.

Barn's burnt down --
now
I can see the moon.

Isn't that beautiful? I remembered to look up on the way home.