Kira

Through the whisper of the grass, a lazy vagrant rests his weary body; the pain of a long journey, made to succumb under old memories.

His thoughts wander, through the spring water he washed his brow in. His motives obscure, as his goal of self-betterment cloud the emotions he represses.

The wax drips from his pack, an old reminiscence, thought to have been burned long ago.

Falling onto the dry grass, the candle kindles long lost recollections.

A sturdy and reserved pillar, which the traveller rests against with joy, sharing experiences and laughing through relentless hardships.

He makes a stop underneath a gentle, blossoming cherry tree. He gently jabs and pokes at the trunk, taking joy in the merrymaking between a kinship akin to brotherhood...

A final resting place for the drowsy sightseer; he tips his hat, blocking the sun from view.

A few more breaths until his sleep arrives, his sapped energy to cease struggling...