During my morning walk I met a woman with an empty egg carton in her hands. Just this box and nothing else, and she was swinging it while walking. No bag, no keys, no anything. Also, no stores nearby, the meeting happening in a small park in the middle of a residential area.
Combined with quite a melancholy weather, it called for some hokku concerning morning mists, illusions, and possibly a portion of insanity–implying mine as well as hers. But as my mind wasn’t in its best shape after waking up too early, I had to make do with taking a picture of the pond.
Should I also mention that I found a dead squirrel on the way home, lying so peacefully, its body showing no signs of death, as if it had just forgot to wake up from a deep meditation?