The mountains rise directly from
A crystal clear sea, a small fishing boat bobs nearby,
Statuesque cranes tower on the adjacent shore.
Suspension bridges rivaling the Golden Gate connect
Small towns on opposite shores, our electric bikes
Whisk us up from the shore, climbing ever higher to join
The crossing traffic, then dropping us back down on
Sinuous paths covered in cherry blossoms,
I send a prayer to the skies as I speed past a shrine,
To honor those who are no longer with us,
In gratitude for this beautiful day, this beautiful life.
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