Today, Thursday, October 15
The slow return of morning fog
Before the sun cleared the ridgeline behind Tenryu-ji, the entire gorge lay suspended under a pale river vapor. Walking through the Arashiyama bamboo path at this hour is an exercise in acoustic subtraction: only the steady, hollow knocking of towering culms fifty feet overhead. I stopped for roasted hojicha by the hearth, grateful for an unhurried morning.



