The Shinkansen, the welcome, the unpleasant school uniform, the strap of the purple top at the Kinkakuji, and the not-so-zen moments at Ryouanji; The house, the room, the classroom, the bikes, the baths, the garden, the narrow streets, and the train station; The drive to places like Tenryuuji, the moments with Chiaki, the shyness of the brothers, the local community centre, the meals with the family, and the chats about everything possible including singing, and the very thoughtful gifts and polaroids; and the very traditional kind of beauty of Kyoto.
[long after the first impression]
That magnificently majestic view with a hint of lavender. Those alleys, and creating that special occasion through recommendation from an otherwise rather meaningless business meeting.
And all the autumn leaves as seen through the lens of others on those exact same days.
And all the autumn leaves as seen through the lens of others on those exact same days.
