Walking at Dongpo Tom Sharp

After it rains, the path on the east slope is quiet. The only souls out here are like me— no one’s in a hurry, or has anywhere to go. No use complaining about the rocky path. I enjoy knocking my walking stick on the stones.

东坡 苏轼

雨洗东坡月色清， 市人行尽野人行。 莫嫌荦确坡头路。 自爱铿然曳杖声。