I am in Japan, again. I make my way through Chofu station, out to Nishi Chofu, to the apartment where Kazu's mother and family now live. I am obliged to stay with them. I even remember the short cut through the dark restaurant. It is crowded, and just as I remember it.
What I find remarkable is how immensely clean it all is. Now I am outside and it is hilly. I am looking down into clear aqua bays, a soft sandy bottom and coral outcroppings visible below, with apartment buildings built right up to the water's edge.
If I lived here, I could just open my window and jump in the water. The air is cold. But is the water? It looks tropical; not a spot of trash. But now I can't figure out how to go to Nishi Chofu.
How beautiful Tokyo is.
What I find remarkable is how immensely clean it all is. Now I am outside and it is hilly. I am looking down into clear aqua bays, a soft sandy bottom and coral outcroppings visible below, with apartment buildings built right up to the water's edge.
If I lived here, I could just open my window and jump in the water. The air is cold. But is the water? It looks tropical; not a spot of trash. But now I can't figure out how to go to Nishi Chofu.
How beautiful Tokyo is.
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