himura kenshin (shinta)

Strolling past the stone lantern toward the arched bridge, my eyes caught a slender willow twig pinned fast against a wooden pier. The noon current gently pushed against it, gathering a small cluster of fallen flower petals into an untidy knot. Resting my left hand comfortably atop my scabbard, I crouched low over the weathered timber beam. Reaching out with two patient fingertips, I grasped the damp twig by its end and eased it loose from the wood grain. Released at last, the twig and petals drifted peacefully down the sparkling stream, that they did. #samuraiX #rurounikenshin #battousai