from a previous life…
When M. and I visited Shigaraki to see the pottery.
Every day at midday, as regular as clockwork, there was a violent thunderstorm.
We sheltered from the downpour in a potter’s workshop but I needed a smoke so I ran out through the storm to
buy some cigarettes and couldn’t but fail to see the humour of the situation if I was struck by lightning while doing it.
M. would have been inconvenienced by the disruption to her schedule.
