Beneath falling leaves, The mountain’s hidden heart burns— Warmth for weary bones.
And as her palanquin began the slow journey back to Kyoto, she felt not the ache of age, but the quiet, flowing strength of the hot springs still moving within her, a secret pleasure for a journey's end. Hot Springs Pleasure Trip Nene Yoshitaka JAPANE...
It was for a kyūjitsu —a pleasure trip. Her palanquin, simple but sturdy, swayed gently as
Her palanquin, simple but sturdy, swayed gently as the retinue of a dozen loyal attendants, guards, and her favorite court ladies ascended the wooded path to the secluded hot springs of Yoshino. The leaves were a tapestry of crimson and gold, each gust of wind sending a silent prayer of colour fluttering to the earth. “No private bath tonight
But Nene waved a dismissive hand. “No private bath tonight. We are not here as nobility. We are here as travellers seeking warmth and rest. I shall bathe with the other women when the hour is late.”