this is from a cute little cafe hidden far into the mountains in japan. my aunt took me here once, i don't know how she could ever know about a place so discrete. we drove up by the rough gravel path to get there, a little wooden shack-like thing. the sliding door creaked loudly as we walked in but the atmosphere inside was instantly calm and beautiful. books neatly resting on the bookshelf, a stove burning wood inside, a few wooden tables and chairs dotted the open space. a middle-aged man got up from his little wooden chair at the corner of the kitchen and greeted us kindly, offered us menus as we sat down. we ordered. the man got to work quick and i remember stepping outside to take a few photos. when my aunt called me i returned to find our snacks so neatly prepared "donut, chai latte, pumpkin pudding." he then promptly plopped down on his chair at the corner of the kitchen and went back to burying his face in a book. to be honest i don't remember if the snacks tasted good or not, but the peaceful air was definitely nice. on our way back to the car i noticed a half built wooden house similar to the cafe. my aunt told me the man is building another house. supposedly he has given up technological luxury and is now living with his family in nature.
i need to sleep now, i wonder what i will do tomorrow. good night...
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