Minamoto no Muneyuki Ason
In a mountain hamlet grows
Only deeper, when
Guests are gone, and leaves and grass
Withered are ....
In boots I made rounds.
I saw no track
The Old Nurse outdoes herself here. She imagines the mountain village long deserted, perhaps for decades. Hunters, who have no idea, perhaps, of who may have lived here, use rotted timbers as firewood. The smoke drifts away past the wrecked and snow-drifted dwelling. This is one of Hokusai's masterworks.
Risa remembers her friends making an extended journey into town, awaiting better weather before their work could recommence. She tended camp, and often turned to look back at her own footprints, unaccompanied in deep snow.