The husband (reading aloud): "We lay indolently on the fragrant moss, while the beams of the moon flickered through the branches of a willow, gently swaying in the evening breeze. Overcome with love we cried to to heaven the longings we felt in our hearts." His wife (sotto voce): how can he possibly read such poetry and wear a night bonnet and a face like this.

Plum Branch and Full Moon

three the long way (every shot, every failure, still leading with love)