“For a moment, I allowed myself to feel as if the wind had lifted me up into the air and suspended me over the hillside. I felt myself disconnected from the earth, from my life, from my past, from the burdens of my history and all the crushing expectations I had placed on myself. For a moment, I was only a man, alone, in the wilderness. I could be anything. I could do anything.”
From chapter 18 of Imperfect likeness: the legend of frank matsura by dan sato