Wim Wenders’ Perfect Days - komorebi, or “the light that filters through the leaves of the trees”

 

A masterpiece… strange or not, when I was seated at my place in the movie-theater, just before lights dimmed, a young Japanese lady seated next to me, at my right… just an head-bow and the movie began.

Fond memories of my staying in Tokyo and… the humble, gentle flowing of the movie pervaded me.

… the almost therapeutic movie ended, leaving a delicious bitter-sweet aroma; my neighbor and myself bowed again and chatted a bit about Tokyo and Japan (the lady was from Tokyo, actually, studying Italian)

Life if good if you look for “komorebi” every day.

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