It's been a while since I was toured in a country side area outside the crowded centre of the city. Tokyo people are long weekend travellers and there is no evasion of another filtration of man-mass from the concentrated focus to a holistic spreading of individual hearted-dreamer onto the warm vegetated onsen area, a pursuit of silence and light...sunrise and sunset were the two indicator of mileage in the two-day trip. The horizon was a magnetic lip of an Izu lady zipped by a golden ribbon of Horus. Instead of a staring coma in the picturesque moment, it was simply an exchange of relaxing tranquillity from the sun, and rotating from the east to the west, it was the routine melody of aerobic sun which often plays in the unbearable corner of negligence.
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