Rain Between the Gates
Fushimi Inari
I walked without hurrying, the vermilion repeating itself until it dissolved into fog. Lanterns held small fires against the wet. No one else had come out that early, and the stone gave back every color twice.
Fushimi Inari
I walked without hurrying, the vermilion repeating itself until it dissolved into fog. Lanterns held small fires against the wet. No one else had come out that early, and the stone gave back every color twice.