The floating world exists even in the snowy days of winter.
Sometimes it feels closer then, with ice dancing down from the sky.
On wooden blocks, paper umbrellas sealed with wax echo the pitter-patter of snowflakes.
This floating world rustles winter snow drifts with the silk sleeves of kimono – an almost-imperceptible sound gleaned only under the hushed quiet of a snowfall.
Winter solitude—
In a world of one color
The sound of wind.
~ Basho
