Consequently...when in Rome and all that...so did we.
Last night I went with three friends to Yoyogi park in Tokyo to do hanami. It's a strange tradition but there is something particular about sitting under a ceiling of white blossom, almost like a snowy sky closer to Earth than usual.
Yamato-gokoro wo
Hito towaba
Asahi ni niou
Yamazakura-bara.
Asked
What the true Japanese spirit is like,
I would answer,
It is the mountain cherry blossoms
Smelling in the rising sun.
by Motoori Noringa (1730-1801)
Jo x
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