[Morning fog on the Murakami Matsubara hiking trail]

#2月好去地方2025 "This white fog is simply the grumpiness of a demon when he wakes up." She clutched his backpack tightly, and dew dripped down her neck from the thousand-year-old pine needles. He suddenly imitated the tree spirit's low voice: "Offer the hair ornament as a sacrifice..." But she grabbed his wrist: "Offer the breakfast rice ball first!" The moment he walked out of the fog, the coastline emerged like a faded Ukiyo-e painting, and she took out the pine cones she had hidden: "This is our treasure in the fog."