My friends had got together the night before and they all came with me on the boat to keep me company for the first few miles. The faint shadow of Mount Fuji and the cherry blossoms of Ueno and Yanaka were bidding me a last farewell. There was darkness lingering in the sky and the moon was still visible, though gradually thinning away.
It was early on the morning of March the twenty-seventh that I took to the road. I myself have been tempted for a long time by the cloud-moving wind-filled with a strong desire to wander … There are a great number of the ancients, too, who died on the road. Those who steer a boat across the sea, or drive a horse over the earth till they succumb to the weight of years, spend every minute of their lives travelling. Photograph: Public Domain Dreams wander onĭays and months are the travellers of eternity. Katsushika Hokusai, Thirty-Six Views of Mount Fuji,
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