Translated by Burton Watson
The good rain knows its season,
When spring arrives, it brings life.
It follows the wind secretly into the night,
And moistens all things softly, without sound.
On the country road, the clouds are all black,
On a riverboat, a single fire bright.
At dawn one sees this place now red and wet,
The flowers are heavy in the brocade city.
I started Friday with more packing, then after lunch we went to see about getting our minivan radio replaced with one with Android Auto, a rear view camera, and all the bells and whistles we've never had before. We thought we were just going to talk about options, but it turned out they could install the one we wanted that day, so we left the van and went to walk around Wheaton Triangle and Wheaton Mall, where we got Cinnabon and visited stores I haven't seen in ages, which was a lot of fun.
The last picture is from dinner and dessert from The Cheesecake Factory (Beyond Burger for me, chicken and biscuits for the birthday boy) with my parents for Paul's birthday. We got on Google Meet with the kids from my parents' house, then came home and watched some basketball as the Number Ones fell, followed by a bunch of episodes of Daisy Jones and the Six, which I'm enjoying enormously, both musically and in terms of the characters. I'm sad there are only a few more episodes.