The view of a traditional Japanese garden where I visited the other day made me recall old days when the destination of an end of school trip was Kyoto. It was also in autumn. The feeling of a wind at that time was still vivid in my memory. I considered it a sign of encounter with souls of my ancestors.
La vista de un jardín japonés tradicional donde visité el otro día me hizo recordar días antiguos cuando el destino de un viaje de fin de colegio fuera Kyoto. Lo consideré signo de encuentro con almas de mis ancestros.