Lidia Rozmus

Kameido Temple

It is almost midnight. Middle of Tokyo. In front of Kameido Temple big pond with bridge and wisteria everywhere.

Long garlands of flowers in many shades of blue and pink are hanging from wooden trellises, reflected in mirror of water. The image is so perfect, so real and at the same time so dreamy. In the presence of such blossoms even the full moon appears pale. How are the resident turtles able to sleep through this night?

There are a few people walking around. They whisper to each other and breathe the unique aroma. A young couple holds hands, seeing only one another.

clapping hands
echo lingers on
April moon