Kiyomizu-dera, Kyoto.

By the time we finished looking at all the love shrines etc. it was too late to catch a good glimpse of the other temples. We stood there, waiting for the sun to set and told each other stories of our childhood and hopes for the future. 

“I was a weird kid, you see. I used to close my eyes and play a game where I’d list 10 things I can hear.”

“Well let’s do that. One, water. Two, bell ringing. You should start, you’re losing.”, he replied me with a big smile on his face.

We opened our eyes only to be greeted by the setting sun. It was only him, me, and a 300 year old temple. It was perfect.