The air was cold and crisp, filled with the sounds of easy conversation and the rhythmic, sticky thuds of rice being pounded into mochi.
To simply exist and observe, to notice the small things happening around you, to be aware of your body as an element of the landscape.
We’ve been looking up with interest since long before we were human, and when we look up at the night sky now, it may stir within us something ancient and deep…
If it weren’t for the fact that I like the people I work with and I like the kids I teach, I’d have run for the hills a while ago.
I had no fear during that earthquake, and frankly never have in any that I’ve experienced. Which some people have told me is strange.
When we departed and walked home, I already knew I wanted to go back, soon and often.
Almost nobody gives them permission, let alone a push, to question authority or to push against the structures to which they find themselves subject but from which they rarely benefit.
The street running past my apartment building has no name. This is neither a fluke nor uncommon.
Sand below us, water in front of us, the great mountain sitting huge in the blue haze to our right.
My old apartment was simple in this way. Leave your shoes at the door and that’s it. No other changes to make
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