Slowly I walked to the river, night sounds surrounding me: crickets, cicadas, the solemn conversation of a family of owls.
The array of stars dazzled in the black sky – a basket of glittering diamonds cast extravagantly on velvet. I stood, entranced by the amanogawa, the Milky Way, river of the heavens, and the stars reflected on the surface of the river.
As the waves gently lapped at my feet, I looked to the river in the heavens, then to the river on the earth. I sailed away on the river of earth to the amanogawa, without a backward glance.