Thursday, October 27, 2016
Back to Uji. A pleasant Autumn afternoon, windows open. The river's wrinkles burn a bright gold and white in the sun, already in its descent. Shadows stretch across the tatami mats. The waiter looks like a movie star from another era with his neat moustache. Two old women talk in hushed tones, almost whispering. Kansai secrets. A bumblebee bumps into the window; a dragonfly alights on the fence. My heartbeat slows. There is a different pace here, a different volume. Everything more fluid, more graceful.
One must return to the past from time to time.
I remember Japan.