On any ole Sunday

There are 7 days to a week they tell me. Somewhere we got the weekend which counts for usually 2 of the days. That leaves 5 days. Five days of working, commuting to and from work, eating, walking, thinking. Doesn’t this thing ever turn off? No. I guess not.

Then on the weekends things are reversed it seems. There is eating, walking, thinking and no work. Well, there is never no work. Some things about work percolate around. I log into Facebook every so often and I’m reminded that this time 7 years ago I was in Japan. I happened to be walking Tokyo over some days. I remember seeing this.

I also remember at some point seeing Shinjuku and it looked thus.

Ahh. Those were those wandering days in Japan!

In a moment of quiet thought perhaps, there was this

A deserted playground that somehow looked sad for the no children on its swings. It had that careful dilapidated look but most of all that loneliness of the swing teetering back and forth with no children squealing with delight or parent pushing to get that delight.

Perhaps then in some cagey memory on this Sunday in a Starbucks I remember this from those days so many years ago.

Those shopping stalls in the quintessential Japanese street in someplace Tokyo. Perhaps this was Asakusa.

But finally, there is the singularity which I do remember. That moment of delight when the boat takes the human and the human agrees to a moment of careful solitude.

It seems to be a reflection much like this final picture. But the reflection above is of a life spent on a moral direction not the same as those others. The below reflection is stately and graceful and always seems to be favored when they occur in photographs. Something about that reflection of the above and below grace the moment.

Do you know why we are held quiet by the grace of the reflection? Is it because we are but reflections ourselves and we cannot tell the real from the ideal?

There was Tokyo that day in 2010. A Tokyo frozen in time that yielded much but little as I got lost on city streets and gave up my seat to two women on the subway that were flustered but appreciative.

I always think back from the Starbucks of now to the Japan of then. Its a moment of soliloquy to brand the moment and the moment yet to come. Japan has a tie to my emotion and mind and feeling. Its like a cosmic extension that I miss when I cannot go but immediately feel the relief of when there.