green #2

 

 

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I overshot my trainstop last night, lost in reading something, and ended up at Kitakamakura station, from where, for nearly twenty years I would usually walk up the steep valley road, past temples and dark forests, back to our house.

 

Since the operation I have been taking the  bus from the stop before that – Ofuna, a bustling little transit and shopping hub with a lot of after hours night life, the same predictable routine every night but my legs still are not quite robust enough to tackle the steep incline at the top, much as I would love to : instead, I sit with my head facing forward on the bus like all the other tired commuters as we are shuttled back steadily to our bus stops and our homes.

 

 

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Last night though, when the train doors opened onto the night air I almost gasped ( in fact I actually might have ): at the sheer vegetal richness that was suspended in the air – a loamy, warm green canopy of just blossomed flowers; sleeping pollen; moist earth, still wet in the undergrowth from the previous day but sun baked during this glorious one; the freshwater smell from the pond across from Engakuji temple where frogs croaked much louder than you imagine they should have; amplified by the darkness and the stillness ( I decided to walk, no matter what, and had complete solitude, not a soul, until I almost reached the top)

 

 

 

 

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What hit me so hard, and so immediately, was just how much I have missed this walk. The peace of it, the tranquillity after a long day of teaching in Fujisawa and Yokohama – the mysteriousness of what lies behind the temple gates in the gardens beyond the monks’ quarters; the mamushi snakes that lurk in the grass, all the flowers : now wild irises, callum lilies, azaleas, dandelions, the dark, peaty smell of fresh vetiver grass used to stave off flooding, it is more this – the smell, the smells, that I bathed in last night, all so familiar to me, as familiar as perfumes from the past, an inchoate, emotional recognition in the pit of my pituary, as though my life here were voiced in those plants –

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

14 Comments

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14 responses to “green #2

  1. rprichpot

    Great article. I love the photos, especially the first one!

  2. Filomena

    Gorgeous photos!

  3. Robin

    An unexpected pleasure to read this this morning. And the photos take us along with you. Oh joy! Glad you experienced it and shared it with us, N.

  4. MrsDalloway

    How gorgeous – so much better than a bus ride. Hope your legs are very soon up to a regular return. My mother’s old house had a large pond and the frogs would sound like a motorbike engine starting up.

  5. Tara C

    I love this walk! The photos really convey the shadowy quiet and soothing walk home after work. So glad you were able to make it. I loved walking home from work in Montreal, it was a great way to decompress and reconnect with the real world.

  6. Nelleke Oepkes aka Booknose

    Spring is leaping into season
    And what a magnificent walk back to recovery and the happiness of discovering again
    And belonging to the stillness of the evening once more

  7. This is a beautiful image, your olfactory description of the walk.

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