#Haiku Happenings #4: Suzanne’s latest #haibun for my current #haikai challenge!
Only two or three times in my life have I seen snow falling. The last time was when I lived at the base of the Heartbreak Hills – so called for the heartbreak the early settlers experienced when they attempted to farm the barren slopes.
One cold winter’s morning snow floated down whimsically as I drove up the hill to the university where I was doing the final year of a Visual Arts degree. Outside my studio it had collected in tiny drifts in the gutters. The studio was freezing so I went and stood in the rotunda to watch the spectacle instead of working. The enigmatic man who was either the love of my life or a case of mistaken identity joined me. Snow fell in delicate flurries and landed on the pines that marked the perimeter of the campus. Beyond them the Heartbreak Hills were transformed into a fantasy…
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