A mountain, a cable car, a temple, a shrine, a reflection, a water drop, a smile, a gust of cold air and a golden background in the end. Mix them together later, I try to remember. And I do, I still have cold feet and runny nose. I didn't leave any trail when I turned back and returned home. But did I leave a trail to air or somebody's mind, I don't know. Memory is a test of understanding gusts of cold air and the distances between. The time flows elsewhere too, across the hills.
Fun fact: ""Hachiman" is the Shinto god of war. Ironically, from the western point of view, his symbol is the dove."