Sunday, December 21, 2014


Walking through the grounds of the Imperial Palace at dusk


a light snow
the intersection of my horizontal journey
the vertical journey of the falling snow

my boots meet the gravel path
each step recorded with a crunch
tiny stones shifting slightly

on the edge of the sharp evening air
I smell the proud ancient pines

the world
this Japanese world
slides quietly into monochrome
color washed out in the fading light
the low clouds
the snow.

I close my eyes
walk a straight line.

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