I really can't believe how incredibly dark, gloomy and wet it is this morning.I'm interested in how a handful of words can produce an abundance of meaning.I've been re-reading the poetry of the Japanese Zen poet Matsuo Basho (1644-94).This haiku just about sums up the morning :
The sea darkening . . . oh voices of the wild ducks Crying, whirling, white
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