Warm Breeze
“Would you look at a that” The old man said. He sat on the second story of a ryokan over looking the ocean. Outcast far in the distance. Floating above the ocean was a dark cloud. In it swirled grey, white and black with sharp lighting striking through from time to time. He took a sip of his tea and cleared his throat. We sat on the floor with a small table between us. The room had no wall on one side, just a small wooden railing separated us from the outside world. In front, the coast line dipped in and out with rocky cliffs that protruded out from the lush greens. The ryokan was small. Only seven rooms existed which ran along the back of the building facing the mountains. This was a remote place. Up steep paths, screaming across cliffs that went straight into the sea. Heavy and dense, the forest surrounded the whole place. It was private,ancient and unknown. Travelers that came through the mountains seeking different gods and ideas found their way here. In the mountains that nature had kept, this ryokan stood to welcome those who wandered.
I had been looking for something my self. A change of pace. An adventure. A solution to my problems. Or maybe, I was just looking to get lost. What ever the reason was, I had found my self here, in this place, drinking sobacha with an old man looking towards the ocean. I simply sat here. I didn’t have any other cares in the world. I was being.
“Yeah, look at that.” I said quietly then took a sip of my tea. It was warm and dry tasting. Clouds reflected off its golden surface. I closed my eyes and let the warm breeze wash over me.
Inspired by そば茶 Sobacha (Buckwheat Tea)