I am deep in my mode

It rained last Thursday, a constant driving rain that lasted all day and significantly cooled off the early summer weather. I took the Keihan train from Kuzuha, and admired the mountains as we slid through the landscape. The low clouds gathered in their folds like veils, shifting and moving, now lifting, now falling, restless and lovely. To me, the mountains in the mists are the most beautiful: what is partially hidden is always more beautiful than what is fully revealed.

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The concept of kingship not just as a title/set of duties, but as an actual spiritual thing, one that possesses the ruler, is one that I find deeply intriguing.

( Saiunkoku: The King is dead. Long live the King. )