It seemed smaller, in the way places do when you haven't been there for a long time. Funny; I always thought that was because I had physically grown in the time between visits, gotten taller. But here I am, the same size, and the temple in Koenji seems smaller.
I walked to the back and stood by the wall in the sun, shadows from the ferns clearly demarcated on the mossy ground. The earth was soft and black under my feet, like fudge. I thought about how long I could stand there pretending to be a tree.