1960 Kyoto, Japan

The moon spilled it’s silvery light over the small home. A wandering swordsman strolled up the gravel lane silently, dappled moonlight flickering over his straw hat. Night zephyrs stirred his robes with a lover’s touch as he travelled under the boughs of the summer trees, chasing him down the path to the door

The gentle chiming of a furin echoed across the overflowing garden, beconing him home, followed by a Shoji door bursting open showing you