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Winter snow coating the ground with sun shining through the giant trees. Trees that tower above the path, as though they have been guarding this place for centuries. They look old and brittle with each passing year, aging until their death. Ancient marble torii gates frame the scene within its aging structure covered in lichen and moss. Within the frame snow dusted stone steps neatly set on the slope leading up the hill towards a small Japanese temple, that was lying quietly on the crest of the hill as though it was sleeping. The architecture of the temple displays its ever growing wisdom but it almost feels as through nature build this place. From the flowing dips of the roof, to its points look like tree branches adding to its natural design. The walls looked as though snow fill the absent holes and writing on the entrance that looked as thought it was burnt into the wood by a higher power. 

Feel the cold air circle around the trees. Snow crunch, compress and side under foot just like walking on glass. The bark on the trees are not cool but warm and full of life, as though they heat the bitter cold air. Feel the presents of the trees towering above. Feel the ground slightly shift with each sway of the trees as thought they are slowly walking. The presents of peace and harmony welcomes with open arms.

night envelopes the sky as the darkness consumes all places that have not the luxury of light to shield them. The snow has now changed to a hard soulless blanket trapping the earth below it. The torii gates stand strong in the dark as they are shielded by the lanterns hanging around. The temple on the hill also protected by the light, but now it look different in the smooth light from the lanterns. The writing on the door looks as if it is glowing in the light and the snow like walls as though they have not changed like the soulless snow surrounding. They look as if they were still full of life but still cold, not a heartless cold more like a cold that cools anger and rage. The roof now dark and shadowed no longer life filled, now battling the darkness as if it shields the temple from horrors above. The trees though surrounded by darkness still full of life as they are still warm to the touch.

Smell the bitter sweat salt in the air, making the cold smell more fragrant and lively. The smell of old wood oil barley present as the years of the elements beating the temple have robbed it of its smell. Smell the sap in the air mixing with the salt to create a wonderful thought of a sea side forest. One smell that stands out is the smell of absence, not lonely but just empty space.

And then you imagine the thoughts of the humble builders that built this place from many past lives before. Imagine the feeling of the joy it brought to see this place finished in all its young beauty. Just imagine you were intended to appreciate this wonderful place by past souls many before your time.