紅葉 (Autumn leaves)
This seemed like a fun thing to do, so here goes.
The train climbs a narrow mountain path winding between a rocky wall and a gorge shaded by a canopy of elms. They have been there for so long, vines and moss have taken over their trunks. The wheels of the old fashioned wooden and steel wagon screech as they slide a little around the curves. Two older women hikers are sitting at the far end, the only other occupants. Shimako stands by a window, legs rocked by the motion of the train, holding Noriko's hand as they watch the flame colored leaves of the momijis fill the timeless valley below.
The train climbs a narrow mountain path winding between a rocky wall and a gorge shaded by a canopy of elms. They have been there for so long, vines and moss have taken over their trunks. The wheels of the old fashioned wooden and steel wagon screech as they slide a little around the curves. Two older women hikers are sitting at the far end, the only other occupants. Shimako stands by a window, legs rocked by the motion of the train, holding Noriko's hand as they watch the flame colored leaves of the momijis fill the timeless valley below.