The Zen monk pictured above is happy. Why is he happy? Because like the poet Hokusai he will have 947 change of addresses in his life. He will not need to call the furnace repair man on the day of first snow.
See how happy he is! The only snow is inside his head! His heart, which he borrowed from a Panda bear, is hot as can be. (Yes, Gladys, Panda’s have hot hearts. Hot little hearts! Hotter than the Mongolian sausage…)
Poof! Now the furnace is working and we are poor but warm.
We who own the house are rooted by changes in the weather.
Unlike the monk above we cannot escape.
Oh but leaning lightly on our elbows is free!