Red White and no blues

Having a true sense of Home is one of the recurring thoughts and themes that float in my mind often, and the local shrine (which had its annual renewal festival last weekend) which is right across the street from where I live, and which I take as a shortcut coming and going to the one of the local supermarkets, often brings me delight in being here in this place, at this time, further removing me from the place which I had once assumed to be "home" but was in fact just a place, an interminably dull and exciting place at the same time.

The red and white, so red, so white, flapping in the wind, stood still, quiet, calm, all call up emotion of what is and what will be, no longer of what was.