Twilight Rain on Path to Shinobazu in Japan Jigsaw Puzzle

The rain whispered a soft melody against her wooden geta sandals as Hana hurried along the Shinobazu Pond path. Dusk had painted the sky in shades of bruised violet, mirroring the anxiety blooming in her chest. Tonight was her first performance at the Akari-ya, a prestigious teahouse nestled amidst the ancient trees. --- Unlike the geisha adorned in vibrant kimonos, Hana was a humble odori (dancer). Her beauty, however, was undeniable. Her dark eyes, framed by lashes that rivaled the night, held a depth that promised captivating performances. Her attire, though elegant, was simpler; a deep blue kimono with silver embroidery that shimmered faintly under the lantern light, a perfect compliment to her raven hair that cascaded down her back in a waterfall of glossy perfection. Her heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a stark contrast to the tranquil scene around her. --- The park, usually bustling with daytime visitors, was deserted now, save for the lone figure scurrying under her umbrella. The old wooden buildings lining the path, their paint peeling and eaves sagging, seemed to whisper tales of bygone eras. A single light flickered from a window in the Akari-ya, a beacon in the twilight. --- Hana closed her eyes for a moment, picturing the performance ahead. The rhythmic click of her geta against the polished wood floor, the hush of anticipation from the audience, the graceful sweep of her kimono as she twirled, revealing a glimpse of creamy skin at her nape; a fleeting glimpse of beauty that would linger in the memory long after the dance. Each movement would tell a story, a silent language of love, loss, and the fleeting beauty of life. --- Tonight, she envisioned a dance that captured the essence of the rain outside; a slow, melancholic piece that mirrored the twilight sky. Her movements would be like the falling rain, each drop a tiny expression of emotion. The water clinging to her lashes, like glistening pearls, would only enhance the captivating effect of her performance. With every step on the rain-slicked path, Hana felt her anxieties melt away, replaced by a quiet determination. --- Reaching the Akari-ya, she took a deep breath, the scent of wet earth and blooming night jasmine filling her senses. As she pushed open the paper door, a wave of warm light and the murmur of conversation engulfed her. Tonight, she wouldn't be Hana, the nervous young dancer. Tonight, she would be the embodiment of the rain, a storyteller through movement, captivating the hearts of her audience under the warm glow of the Akari-ya, her beauty an unforgettable part of the performance. --- This file is made available under the Creative Commons CC0 1.0 Universal Public Domain Dedication. Artist Kasamatsu Shirô made this in 1935 and under Japanese law is public domain because it predates 1953. The person who associated a work with this deed has dedicated the work to the public domain by waiving all of their rights to the work worldwide under copyright law, including all related and neighboring rights, to the extent allowed by law. You can copy, modify, distribute and perform the work, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission.