I am very grateful I spent a summer in Kyoto long ago, being aimless and thinking I was unhappy,
and only looking back I realized this was one of the happier experiences of my life. To attempt to recapture the feeling I had there,
I returned to Kyoto a few more times, but it's impossible to relive it.
Sometimes I also think of the pretty girl in a kimono, prepping backstage for a dance with her dance troupe, who saw me taking pictures and smiled
such a great smile. I sometimes think about that girl and how her life must have changed so much since then. I'm probably now the
only one who remembers that moment, preserving the memory.
A nostalgic English poem expresses some of thee nostalgic feelings:
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
Kamogawa River, Kyoto, Japan. August 2011 during Tanabata (Star Festival)
鴨川 京都 2011年8月 七夕