My sight gets blurry sometimes. When I open my eyes the haze overwhelms me. Just like that moment when I climbed a mountain to see the whole of Kobe. The picture was not too clear, not too detailed, but it was enough for me to see the big picture of it, and it was wonderful to realize how the small things connect to the next, and the next, and how everything is placed exactly as they should be. At that moment, I was unsure about the details of my life, but I was so certain that it was going somewhere in this big old crazy world.
Written during the author’s hike in Mt Rokko, Kobe, Japan.