Look for me in the Whirlwind or the Storm.

I always enjoyed Ezra Pound’s parody of”Sumer Is Icumen In

Winter is icumen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damm you; Sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, ’tis why I am, Goddamm,
So ‘gainst the winter’s balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing goddamm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.

That said, in Okinawa where the sky is blue and never is heard a discouraging word, a bit of wild, wintery weather is very welcome. I wear my winter woollies and big red coat.

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Add in the wind chill!

I go to Cape Manzamo.

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Not a day for boating

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I love a rough sea

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This photo is in black and white. Note waves breaking over the rocks in the background

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I do like to be beside the seaside

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Wild and wistful ocean

The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore. I love living by the sea. She is versatile and inventive companion.

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Cold Golden Plover

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Miserable Grey Tailed Tatlers

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Greenshanks or maybe Marsh Sandpiper. Age makes decision so difficult.

I look forward to spending a year on Cara.

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