A privileged week,
saved for all year,
to drive all day
and park the truck,
and leave it sit until
you drive all day again,
to be
submerged in light,
in pouring froth,
in angled wings,
in curve, in wind,
the days between
so quickly end,
and you so filled
with emptiness—
precisely so,
off season.
To be filled, you first must be emptied.
—from the Tao te Ching
