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Good morning Fall on the Hudson River

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Right after a rainstorm, the Hudson River and surrounding nature look as vibrant as ever. There was a great contrast between the slightly gloomy sky and refreshed rust-colored trees. Even the barge passing through added beauty to this scene.

Just as the storm settled, the sun began to set. The barge’s bold, red paint reflected the remaining brightness from the sun. Its coat also complemented the various hues of autumn. Each barge has numbers on the side that indicate its origin. It is always interesting to discover how far one has traveled before it reaches the Hudson River.

Morning coffee

Morning coffee doesn’t ask for much—just a quiet table, a little light, and the patience to let the day arrive at its own pace.

There’s a small still life here: a cappuccino capped with foam, an iced latte turning pale around the cubes, and two plates that feel like an unhurried yes. One slice of cake, tall and plain in the best way. One dark dessert with a ribbon of sauce and a bit of cream that looks like it was set down carefully, as if someone didn’t want to break the calm.

I like mornings like this because they make ordinary things feel settled. The clink of a spoon, the thin paper of a wrapped biscuit, the condensation on glass—small sounds you only notice when you’re not rushing past them. Even the table feels like it’s holding the moment in place.

In Takayama, the day can open softly. You can sit, listen to the room, and feel one world press gently against another: travel and routine, sweetness and bitterness, warmth and ice. It’s nothing dramatic, but it’s enough—a simple pause before the streets fill, before plans get loud, before the morning turns into everything else.