Haibun Thinking

I remember a biting cold winter day when my mind was opened up and I was reborn into a logophile. ¬† A five year old me became very ill and my father stayed by my side. He read me many stories and created tales just for us. When all of those efforts had been exhausted he left the room. Time ticked away and I was drifting off to sleep, he reappeared. ¬†Sitting next to me, I noticed 3 beautiful books in his hands. He leaned close to me and whispered he was going to show me his abditory. Kissing my … Continue reading Haibun Thinking