Throwing Up

It is Winter in Okinawa.

Then, too, they say, thro’ all the burthen’d Air,
Long Groans are heard, shrill Sounds, and distant Sighs,
That, murmur’d by the Demon of the Night,
Warn the devoted Wretch of Woe, and Death!
Wild Uproar lords it wide: the Clouds commixt,
With Stars, swift-gliding, sweep along the Sky.
All Nature reels. — But hark! the Almighty speaks:
Instant, the chidden Storm begins to pant,
And dies, at once, into a noiseless Calm.

There have been storms. It is cold, I mean like 17 degrees. Japanese ladies sit at work with rugs over their knees. I wear my woolies.

The Spot -billed Duck returns

The Spot -billed Duck returns

The Common Sandpiper bellows

The Common Sandpiper bellows

Taro is harvested

Taro is harvested

It is freezing

It is freezing

There are lots of caterpillars

There are lots of caterpillars

What I do not understand is why so much junk is thrown up onto my beaches. You would think the same volume of flotsam sort of hangs around in the East China Sea whether it is Summer or Winter. Notwithstanding, orders of magnitudes more beach garbage is thrown up during Winter.

Bag of beach garbage with big float

Bag of beach garbage with big float

Plastic bottles load every rift

Plastic bottles load every rift

There are also millions of little blue jellyfish

There are also millions of little blue jellyfish

Much of the jetsam is festooned with shellfish

Much of the jetsam is festooned with shellfish

Beach Boys

Beach Boys

“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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