Mt. Fuji, you beautiful soul—I missed you. Seeing you again from the Shinkansen window felt like a reunion long overdue. What a sight you are.
Just before this moment, I had stepped away to take an important call—something not done lightly on trains in Japan. In the quiet transition space between cars, I listened as someone very dear to me shared heavy news. I felt so far away, unable to help, unable to be there. Stuck.
And then, as I hung up, there you were. A silent, steady presence. A symbol of resilience, strength, and hope. The timing felt almost unreal. Like a reminder that even in chaos, even when things feel uncertain, there is something unmoving, something enduring.
I’m holding onto that for you, my best friend. Sending love, support, and prayers your way. May Fuji’s strength be yours, standing tall even in the storm.
Next time, Mt. Fuji, I promise we’ll spend more time together. You bring such calm.Read more
February 27, 2025 in Japan ⋅ ☀️ 14 °C