In the diaphanous dawn of a Kyoto morning, the name Hira unfolds like a whisper across a mist-laden plain, its gentle syllables—hee-rah—born of the kanji 平, which evokes both “level” and “peace.” It conjures the silent grace of Mt. Hira’s pine-clad slopes and the measured poetry of a haiku tracing the edge of a koi pond. Though scarcely whispered among American newborns—just 34 in 2024, a humble rank of 916—this rarity only deepens its quiet allure. Like a slender bamboo reed bending to an unseen breeze, Hira imparts a sense of serene expansiveness, a Zen koan cloaked in silk. Listeners might suspect it carries the weight of ancient philosophy, yet its cool warmth feels infinitely approachable—an elegant invitation to discover stillness in every heartbeat.
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