Churning and Silence
After the great rains had abated, me and my friend returned to Kyoto, this time to Arashiyama. More than two years ago, I lived around this area as a student, staying with a gracious family I still keep in touch with.
Yes, the skies were quiet, but the rivers still raging. It seemed Arashiyama had actually taken a little floodwater- it looked as if some of the vendors’ stalls along the river had washed away. Again, photographs cannot convey the speed of the waters, or their depth. Nor can they convey how dramatically different the river was from the way I remembered it. Just try to imagine- toddlers play in that river when the waters are low.
We stopped by Tenryuji, one of Kyoto’s great old Zen temples from the 14th century, to walk the garden. This is one of those times no words were spoken, and none needed.
Even as I continue to upload the last adventure’s images, I am preparing for the next. My good friend my sister arrives tomorrow; I am so excited to show her everything.