The Sakura Crossing in the Mist Beyond the steam, new stories await. A train crosses the stone bri

The Sakura Crossing in the Mist

Beyond the steam,
new stories await.

A train crosses the stone bridge,
its windows glowing
against the lavender mountains.

Mist gathers around temple roofs.
Cherry blossoms soften the ridgelines,
and a golden moon shines
through the drifting clouds.

On a quiet ledge,
a traveler and a white fox
watch the carriages pass.

For a moment,
the world feels woven
from things we cannot quite hold:

a distant whistle,
a lantern’s warmth,
the last glimpse of a train
before it disappears.

Not every beautiful place
reveals itself at once.

Some wait beyond a bend,
behind a cloud,
on the other side
of a journey still unfolding.

Let the mist keep a little mystery.

There is another story
beyond