Japanese zelkova / Buddha in the field

I visited this island in mid-August of an especially hot summer. Two plastic bottles of water I took went empty immediately. I walked up the rough, rocky mountain, viewing huge summer clouds above.
When I walked alona the narrow road where it was difficult for even people to pass each other. there were some white lilies by a house. Near the house were an Old wells. buckets and ropes abandoned for a lona time.
A butterfly flew over my head while I was looking at them.
After a short walk there was a remarkably large tree known as "Ikiki no Gomon" which means the gate of a living tree and you could literally pass through under a tree to access the little temple Chuguji.
Ramboo
brooms were leaning against the wall of the temple hall. While sketching among scattered fallen leaves listening to cicadas, I felt as if I time slipped to a past era. An empty bottle of sake nearby brought my consciousness back to present.
On my way back down the mountain, I noticed many cicada shells on the leaves.
felt the end of the hot
summer. After refreshing at the local hot spring, I admired the sea and the sky stained red with the sunset. I ran down a aloomy mountain running fast. Maybe I was preoccupied with some thought.
Unexpected sunlight filtering through the trees made me raise a shout
Several butterflies flutter as if they were alter eao of sunliaht. The Buddha statue was standina calmlv showing no interest in this incident. I gently joined my hands in prayer and left.