The cold wind sighed this morning; the world rocked east and west, and I alone came apart inside it.

In plain language: THE WIND WAS SO STRONG ON MY RUN AAAAAAH I’M NOT COMING TOMORROW (

Stayed in the bookstore until closing and felt as though I had accomplished nothing, so I cycled like a maniac to restore my psychological balance. (What kind of emotional outlet is that?) Looked up and somehow found myself at Olympic Forest Park. Wow. How mysterious. (Monotone.)

Then it was a brisk walk (why aren’t bikes allowed inside the park?), nothing much to say. Borrowing my WeChat Moments caption:

Closing time, heading out for spring strolls

Gathering six treasures at Olympic Forest Park

Resting at Burger King as dusk falls

(Don’t ask why there are differences! Haiku must have season words to feel right, otherwise it’s just Senryu!)

Yes, I found six caches! And this just happens to be diary number sixty. Haha—rather fitting, isn’t it?