For a moment, it bobbed unsteadily. Then, the current caught it.
Kenji took a brush and carefully inked his grandfather’s name on the translucent side of the lantern. Beside the name, he wrote a simple "Thank you" for the years of woodworking lessons and the quiet patience the old man had always shown. buy japanese floating lanterns
The riverbank was a sea of soft, amber glows. Families murmured in low tones, the flickering light reflecting in the dark, moving water of the Sumida River. A young girl nearby giggled softly as her father helped her strike a match, her eyes wide with the magic of the moment. For a moment, it bobbed unsteadily
Kenji stood until his lantern was just a tiny speck of light among thousands, feeling a sudden, lightness in his chest. The ancestors were on their way, and the river was peaceful. Beside the name, he wrote a simple "Thank
It was the final night of Obon, the festival of souls. For three days, the spirits of ancestors had been visiting the world of the living, and now it was time for Toro Nagashi —the ceremony of floating lanterns to guide them back home.
