Whenever I come back home, I see a version of this scene. At that point, I feel myself starting to relax. I even feel relaxed just looking at this image!
I’m so lucky to live near here.
This picture was painted on the second of April. 1918. The view is a lot less pastoral now, but the hills are part of a National Park, so they look more or less the same.
Perhaps there’s something to the Feng Shui interpretation of hills as dragon humps. Always good to have a dragon at your back. Or maybe it’s because I grew up in a similar environment and it reminds me of my childhood.
Whatever the reason, there’s no place like home.
See more of my Haiku here.