Beyond2 days ago5Drying PeppersThe morning sun lights the hands turning each pepper. The cosmos by the wall has tilted its head.
There was a time when the spicy scent lingering on my fingertips after turning the peppers followed me all morning.
The scent lingered even after washing my hands, and even the chrysanthemum tea on the lunch table seemed to carry a spicy note that afternoon.
As the peppers redden, the alley grows quieter. I too count the shadows passing under the wall each morning.
The red beans spread out in the yard are eating the evening shade first.