Again, long periods of time posting on here. I have been working on getting a novella completed and it has taken up most of my time. This has been inspired my trip to Tokyo with my husband a few years ago and how amazed we were to find a shrine in the middle of the city.
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The city was only one train stop away. Twenty minutes ago we were standing in the heart of Shibuya at the cross roads with a Starbucks in one hand and a camera in the other. Now as we walked through the park where men in suits napped in the sunshine, the city’s smokescreen slowly lifted. Birds chatted harmoniously as the wind pulled toward the shrine. Next to the entrance was a stone trough filled with clear water, bridged with six wooden ladles. As with tradition we rinsed our hands, took a bow before and a made a prayer to the gods.