i walked home this morning. the drizzle was something that i couldn't see but could feel now and then. it was beautiful to walk through a weather. then i noticed willow trees. it seemed to me that all these trees were ready to give fuzzy buds in no time. i wondered why they hadn't looked like ready a few days before. wondering and looking around and walking, it was beautiful.

 

a moment ago i saw a group of grannies stand in a circle in front of the unit of a residential building. they stood about 5 meters away from the path i was passing. there was a fire on the wet concrete road and they stood around them. the grannies all had a silk flower pinned on the chest and they all wore a towel on their heads. and they looked very rural and they were short. it occurred to me that they were there performing a memorial ritual for someone who once lived here and died last year or the year befor the last. but i don't remember seeing anyone die last year or the year before the last.  since these old women came here, then there must be someone close to them. they came here not to mourn, but to pray for the dead so that the dead could live better in the other world. i did not see exactly what was burning in the fire. probably it was paper money. i have no idea whether the grannies dropped in on their way to visit temples nearby or whether the ceremony was their whole mission. i am in no position to find out. the sight touched me.