We left Mount Fuji behind us, and continued into the darkening land.
Details reduced in the dimming light, and shapes took over.
As we went through this place I’d never been, I suddenly remembered that as a small boy I loved to draw rolling hills and mountains.
My drawings looked like these mountains.
This next one is particularly close.
Here in Japan I keep having moments when I’m grabbed up and transported.
That’s the literal and figurative truth.
Fuji was behind.
The darkness was descending.
Colors went to dark.