Some scenes seem to pass almost unnoticed.
A gate left half open.
A quiet street after rain.
The brief pause before someone answers.
They may appear ordinary at first.
And yet, such scenes can hold a way of feeling and noticing the world.
They appear, and fade, with almost no sound.
This is a place for staying with what ordinary life quietly reveals.
A first scene
The Tenderness of Itterasshai
A small word for sending someone out, while quietly keeping a place for return.