A low-hanging branch, wrapped in yellow warning tape, on a dirt path above Yotsuya station. 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)