Hi Fuji san, how are you?

This year I decided to climb Mount Fuji in August for my birthday, just because.

It was hot with a temperature over 30 C and a big clear sky. At the top, the temperature dropped drastically. I felt the crisp silent air as I sat and watched the sky changing colors until the sun appeared. it was  so bright at first sight.

There must have been hundreds of people, mostly Japanese, climbing together at different points during the journey of about 6 hours.

The most amazing sight was not the scenery but seeing young parents bringing their children with them on the hike. 

Japanese always impresses me with their love of nature. Seeing all the children walking up the highest mountain in Japan with their parents, I know how the sacred mindset is passed on.

What you do with your kids will stay in their lives forever. The same goes with what you say to them.

I am not a parent and I don't think I'll ever be in this life. But as I was watching all these children climbing part of the mountain with great perseverance, I can't help but imagine: 

If I have a child in my next life, I will most definitely take him or her to the top of Fuji san, just to say hi. 

Watching sunrise at Fuji san was simply, beautiful. 

The Mysterious Journey of Postcards

So, I figure my Shanghai postcard and your Burma postcard have disappeared into the distant far, in the Universe.

Maybe, maybe they're tired of the past and they've decided to go away on a journey..

When either or both of them decide to come home, something nice must then happen in our lives, i reckon.

Limited chance, i hear you say - think to yourself, and it's quite true,

Tis life... so they always say..

You never know, i'll say.

Maybe one day when we meet again,

In Shanghai or Burma.

We will talk about our postcards,

and perhaps

many other stuff too.

Don't you think?