glimmer of a soft smile
Ohisashiburi desu. Long time no see. Autumn has fully set in in Japan. Most of the mountains where I live are blanketed by cedars, but here and there there is a hardwood that has managed to peep through. Each having its own unique story of how its seed managed to make in up its mountain and to bring a tree into being. A yellow-red dot in a sea of green. Eagles fly overhead. I take a sip of coffee and watch as the cream continues to swirl into the black. A microcosm.
totorobaga 