One day before the orange explosion. Ripe with life.
Fourteenth century Japanese essayist and
Buddhist monk Yoshida Kenkō
believed that perhaps
the true beauty of a thing lies in the process not the arrival.
The uncertainity of what's next, what's around the corner, up ahead.
The tingling thrill of the anticipation.
In Kenkō's Tsurezuregusa, "Essays of Idleness," he writes,
"Are we to look at cherry blossoms only in full bloom,
the moon only when it is cloudless?"