Dawn was breaking as I left KTD this last time--maybe the last time ever?
The clouds were still pink, and the light was still on outside the north entrance to the shrine building.
There are no guarantees in life, other than the oft-repeated death and taxes, and I do know that my travel will be restricted for quite a while--the result of having to buy a car to get back and forth to work.
This is another view I will remember for a long, long time.
Thanks to the alert reader who pointed out that this is blog post #108. "Cosmic," as we used to say (and sometimes still do).