I live in this large complex:
in one room on one floor of one wing
Our retired sisters live in this building, in another area. Of all the sisters in this building , I am about the fourth youngest, and the three younger than me are about the same age.
So, death visits our house several times a year. But last evening , we had two in a row. One sailed off on the Sea of Faith at 10PM, and the other, about 4AM. Neither of them from Covid19.
Blessedly, that has not reached our house yet.
But these deaths do give me pause, even as Spring arrives.
here's a poem from Wang Wei:
"O Day after day we can't help growing older.
Year after year spring can't help seeming younger.
Come let's enjoy our winecup today,
Nor pity the flowers fallen."
- Wang Wei, On Parting with Spring
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