I have this dream image of Fujiyama that I keep folded up in the back pocket of my heart. I bring it out when I need to be reminded of what is significant, what is meaningful and when I need to concentrate.
The superfluous seem to dissolve in the face of my dream image.
Occasional reinforcement by the commanding presence of the real Fujiyama always helps. It always moves me and imparts a power that lasts for weeks.
So it was with this hazy view yesterday from Shizuoka. It is more dreamy than my dream image.... But reality can sometimes be that way.