OctPoWriMo 1: Seeing Light

These days, even a walk in a Japanese garden turns worrisome when others come too close, as I glance to see if they’re wearing their masks.All I want is to watch the colors in the leaves change as the afternoon breeze lifts through this tiny garden,and to take in the silence of the reflecting pool, disturbed only by the ripple of a carp’s fin as it turns about in waters soon cold.If ever we