Robert Aitken wrote an interesting haiku concerning Wu-tsu’s water buffalo:

The station at evening:

no one gets on or off;

the autumn wind.

Autumn winds seems to be the subject of at least 1/3 of all haikus ever written. I’d like to modify this into something a bit more real:

The station at evening:

no one gets on or off;

the train departs.

Which inspires me to write down my current state of mind:

Clap! goes the lightning,

the man draws up his collar

alone by the tracks.

It’s been a difficult end of the year and it’s a difficult time for the man as he waits without an umbrella, but his train will hopefully arrive soon.