Things feel lighter now somehow, shifting and falling toward place, although much of their destinations remain to be found out. Summer in Tokyo rages on, and after one more month, it will mark exactly four years for me since coming to Japan. It seems like everything has whipped by in a flash, all blur and sound and colors - when in fact within all the commotion and rush, there have been tiny little pieces clicking and connecting, one by one. I am changed.
Just as the wind shifts its movement, speed, and intensity, I have also changed direction countless times, yet still hanging on to the safety rail. Now, it's time to let go and trust that I can fly much higher without it. Even if the path hasn't been cleared, there is always a way.
There is a shop called Pepper Lunch in Tokyo, where they place the meat and veggies on a small hot plate and you grill the food yourself. Sooo good.