Third time in Shugakuin. The other two times: first and second. I walk the same paths again and again. Seeing the seasons change in the same places, I want to become part of this landscape. Now it was so different with the leaves there. Cloudy day made the green of the trees so intense and shadows under them deep. I too started to feel crowded with life.
Eyes adapting to the dark,
Birds sing in the deep blue forest,
The landscape hovers
towards us.
Between the last and
next time, once again
this mountain
sees us home
A walk back to a city,
littered with lights.
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