Autumn
sun was a wicked mistress – alluring and deceiving.
Takahiro
could smell the snow in the air while thawing his numb limbs from the freezing muddy
road and wet old shoes at the porch that late afternoon.
He
was fixing the backdoor screen and pushing away the dead leaves that the wind
has swept around the doorway and he couldn’t stop thinking and worrying about
making ends meet.
Last
night the old monk that knocked on the door for donations gave him a handful of
pink Himalayan salt. And told him
stories about the land there. It nested
as a good idea to try his luck there and now he was looking at the snowy tips
of the Mount Akita-Komagatake. The roads
were already blocked and unreachable from chest-high snow. Takahiro had to wait for first melts on
spring when the passage will be clear.
He
was planning big journey. And all his
hopes were in these pink crystals of salt.
Till next time,
Sophia
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Dear Sophia, I'm speechless.... Your shots are always gorgeous, but this one is more than perfect. Your work is so inspiring!!! Hugs, Aniko
ReplyDeleteGood morning, Aniko! How wonderful to see you here. I am truly humbled by your kind words. Thank you. Always your fan! Kisses, Sophia
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