Through the Hills at Nightfall

 

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.

 

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