Sunset at Mohabe Desert was salmon pink. It was not silent. The desert sunset I experienced was so alive with the whistling of whirling wind. In the desert, I learned that I could see and hear the wind in the distance approaching me. Dust rising in far foothill of a dark mountain, silhouette against pink sunset, the great dancing body of dust approaching me with gathering whooshing sound. So fascinating, so beautiful. Sunset in a strange land.
Sunset at Yokohama is salmon pink. Getting over my cold sickness, I was feeling so happy as I rode my bicycle along Tsurumi River on this cold, clear, winter day. I see plum blossoms blooming, bare purple cherry tree branches so pregnant with anticipation of full spring flowers. The winter is turning into spring! I can feel it. Having gone through several months of cold weather, my blood somehow thickened, and it recognizes the intensifying strength of sun ray.
Am I prepared for the spring? Have I done all the work I could have done during my winter days, so that my branches are ready to spread my inner strength outward? Winter has been comfortable. Slow, economical movements. Looking inward. But have I rested enough?
It occured to me that I have gone onto my winter journey when I sought Mohabe Desert one and half years ago. No other human soul in site as far as I could see, as I walked alone in a vast, salty desert, hearing the wind in pink sunset, faint twinkling of stars, crescent moon rising. I was walking into my winter. Riding in the sound of wind, sunset bathing the white concrete building in salmon pink light in Yokohama, I have come to realize the winter is turning into spring.
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