I fell asleep in the reclined driver’s seat of my mint green Mazda after parking at an overlook past Kamazaka park. I don’t know how long I slept for as the sun slowly crept towards the horizon. The mountains were quick to lose the first of the light— dusk became an intimate stranger as I dreamed shapeless dreams.

The park had felt peaceful— but flavored with anticipation like the orcs finally catching up to the fellowship as they made their way into Gondor. I did not wait to hear the horn of Boromir sound out from the depths of dark woods. I kept my distance in the open grass and looked over the split of the island.