Love the picture.. Thanks.
I've read his travelog, "Narrow Road To the Deep North" (from which I gained the suggestive and - for me - profound perception that the "journey itself is home")
Just a snippet here, that captures another world, another time - yet it IS our world, our time:-
.....it began to rain in the early evening, so we stopped for the night at a village farmhouse and continued again at dawn. Out in the field, a horse, and nearby a man cutting grass. I stopped to ask directions. Courteous, he thought awhile, then said, “Too many intersecting roads. It’s easy to get lost. Best to take that old horse as far as he’ll go. He knows the road. When he stops, get off, and he’ll come back alone.”
Two small children danced along behind, one with the curious name of Kasane, same as the pink flower.
Sora wrote:
With this kasane
she’s doubly pink
a fitting name
Arriving at a village, I tied a small gift to the saddle, and the horse turned back.
