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My brother and I knew we were in trouble when, not 20 minutes up from the fifth station, we were already sucking air. Neither one of us might be in the best shape of our lives, but we are fairly fit. Still, the elevation caused notable shifts and breathing, and that walk was indeed arduous.

Being in Japan, trying to assimilate to the time change. Not sure what day is what. And still trying to write, though fitting in the routine is certainly a challenge.

Back down from hiking Mt. Fuji, I’m struck by a number of things. First, that is a walk. I am beat. Second, there’s a mix of hikers on these mountain trails. Young, old, men, women, curious, and devout. To step towards the heavens, I suppose, is to step towards divinity.

In the spirit of my travels, I’ve composed one or two haiku. It’s the collection of a feeling in such a short space. Does it convey the moment? Stray beam of sunlight / Glints upon an inner wall / Move, it vanishes.