Ise Shima wears a magnetic field around it, a force that never allows the mind to wander far off…
“…And as the evening darkens, lo! how bright,
Through the deep purple of the twilight air,
Beams forth the sudden radiance of its light
With strange, unearthly splendor in the glare!…”
………… H.W. Longfellow
Every single stone & tree had a story to tell… Then there was the highlight of a story.. The story of how a tree; a huge one it was; became a 神………..
Come October, I would’ve done two years in Japan. Saying, anything like, ‘it feels like yesterday that I first landed in Nagoya’; would not be justifiable by any means, for the two years did feel like TWO YEARS, or rather, TWO EONS, to be exact. Call it time dilution, or anything, time is on a slow bike race here on the island, and at times, sure might win over the snail by quite a big margin.
the stallion, black and majestic; knows no fear, knows no brink….. ‘Entropy’ the teacher said, is the norm of this world….
Promises are meant to be kept, especially when you make them to a bunch of kids…
The trail was beautiful, the stone paved route; the greenery; the small brooks and streams guggling by…