as love burdens, it hurts

just shortly before mr. jee spoke to me briskly about the everchanging weather, and the problematic renovations. he had a body too energetic for a 70 year-old.

now he is lifelessly sunthbathing in a fishing chair, face all yellow, his eyes are looking but dark and hollow, as if he has lost everything. he is covered by a thick blanket, too thick for today's warm air. mearly the man i once knew.

may his strength be brought back.. to mr. jee, and to that dearest someone mr. jee reminds me of.