With no more time to waste Takahiro
grabbed an old sake bag kneeled down to the fireplace and filled it up with binchotan
charcoals. They were just as good for
keeping him warm, cooking with them or drawing, as well as keeping his water
clear and pure.
Yes, drawing… That reminded him to look under pile of hemp
mosquito mesh where he was keeping his calligraphy brushes. Long boar bristles and fine white and blue porcelain
handles – they were jewels for him.
Well, that’s about all he needs. Time to kiss the forehead and hand to his old
mother and father, ask them forgiveness, guidance and blessing, and on the
road to mystique Himalayas.
The road is long and winding...
© 2015 – sophia terra~ziva. all rights reserved
Have you ever thought of writing tales?
ReplyDeleteNot really Krystallia, I get bored too soon, I get lazy too easy :)
DeleteI would love to make a movie though...
Sophia, the lighting here is amazing! You're a real talent who inspire others not just with your words but your shots, too. x
ReplyDeleteAh Aniko, you always warm my heart with kind words! Thank you dear!
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