Irving drifts into the ear much like the morning haze that slips across Kyoto’s Katsura River—quiet, silver-blue, and self-possessed—yet its headwaters spring far to the west, in the Scottish lowlands where the River Irvine, whose Celtic components mean “green water,” once watered emerald banks of moss and alder; from that river a surname arose, and from the surname a given name, carrying the cool clarity of moving water wherever it travels. Through the centuries it has gathered polished pebbles of association: Washington Irving, whose tales of enchanted sleepers echo like temple bells at dusk; Irving Berlin, whose melodies unfurl with the deliberate grace of a silk fan; and film visionary Irving Thalberg, whose silent-screen dreams linger like the faint scent of evening plum. Though its popularity crested generations ago, the name remains a folded crane of quiet resilience—understated, enduring, and glinting with the subtle luster of wabi-sabi beauty—promising for any son who bears it the composure of moonlit water and the steadfast friendship the old tongue also implies.
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