Utagawa Hiroshige, “Small Horned Owl on a Maple Branch under Full Moon”
“The human heart is like a night bird. Silently waiting for something, and when the time comes, it flies straight toward it.”
Hatuki Murakami, “Colourless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage”
I have just finished this breathtaking book and need some quiet time to rest in it, absorb its beauty, and then I hope to write more about it.