Day 43 Luxury — Haibun Journey View From My Window
It’s black outside. The few lights I see, look like fires from distant camps. The still night is interrupted by an occasional loud truck rumbling past. I am thankful to be inside away from the chill of the night air. An ask a blessing on those who do not have such a luxury.
lights, like campfires
in the cold and dark
a squatter shivers
in his cardboard abode