In June of the human realm, all fragrant and beautiful flowers have disappeared.
But the mountain temple’s peach blossoms have just begun to bloom.
Blurb
"The road now divides in two, and I turn left, with the white-walled house off to one side. I glance back and discover a girl in a red skirt climbing the hill behind me. The skirt gives way to a pair of brown shins, below which is a pair of straw sandals, advancing steadily toward me. Petals from the mountain cherries tumble about her head. At her back she bears the shining sea."