Above Yotsuya station, an elevated dirt path with trees so old they need crutches. From here you can hear the Maranouchi and Chuo lines that run below. Looking west, at night, you can see the lights of the Shinjuku skyscrapers. When I’m on that path, in the middle of a run, at night, warm, sweaty, knowing no obligations or worries…that’s when I feel I’ve got life all figured out. See: Yotsuya: Wisdom on the hill 山の上の上智 (1955, 2013)