青いキモノの女

The air was thick with the scent of cherry blossoms, a gentle breeze carrying whispers of spring as they danced through the streets of Kyoto. It was in this picturesque setting that Hana, a woman in her twenties, found herself lost in a world of tradition and beauty. She had come to the city to study art, captivated by the delicate brushstrokes of Japanese painting and the intricate patterns of fabric. Yet, it was not the art that would leave an indelible mark on her heart; it was the day she encountered the woman in the blue kimono.

Hana had wandered into a small, quaint tea house, its wooden beams and paper lanterns creating a warm cocoon from the bustling world outside. She ordered matcha, her favorite, and settled into a corner, sketchbook in hand. As she sipped the creamy green tea, her eyes drifted to a figure seated at the opposite table.

The woman wore a striking blue kimono, the rich hue reminiscent of a