Monday, April 16, 2012

Pressed between two blues (Ōtsu, Shiga II)

I realized that I have really been here before, on some level. 
Look, there’s still my imprints on the grass, from the last time. 
Hundreds of seconds or years ago... and after now.
Names change.

Maybe it's just me seeing a lake again.
Or moving water.
Or a flat horizon,
pressed between 
heavy and light

From Mii-dera to the shore of Biwa:


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