Steaming River
by rebecca ~ February 23rd, 2006. Filed under: Ordinary Miracles.
Last week I spent three days at the foot of Daisetsu-san, the highest mountain in Hokkaido, for an intensive English learning camp with some of our students.
One afternoon during a break I trekked up the road, passing only the occasional cross-country skiier. The snow began to fall in thick flakes, coating every adhesive part of my clothing with whiteness. The rushing hotspring-laced river curled around the path, orchestrating each step up the hill. I imagined if the snow fell any heavier a person could easily get lost in the woods, but I didn’t feel afraid at all. I felt at home in the warm absence of human beings.