Tendai Sigauke looked up at the sky, blue with the deep blueness of sapphire, and thought of it as a sea inverted over the whole valley. He watched the beautiful leaves and the emerald green of the grass. There was no sound save for the pleasant rustling of the leaves. He was caught in the timeless peace and beauty of the scene. The feeling was soothing.
“Oh, I love you,” Tendai cried silentiy. He became deeper and deeper enmeshed in the magic of Hauna. “I love every part of you. Your beauty and your ugliness, your kindness and your cruelty. Now that I know you I no longer hate you.”
As he walked down the road, he fancied that the trees sang to him with the many voices of a symphony. “Welcome home, Tendai. Welcome home, my son. This is where you belong.”