Once I was given certainty and a map, now pieces are missing from the hills. I want to learn the gestures of a smiling passerby, I want to step lightly not longingly. I'm learning how to leave here not how to live here. But the scent alone pulls me back, the light makes me blind leaving the sweetest afterimage.
Enryakuji, Hiei-zan, April 21st 2018 (#2)