Good morning. Setting up for breakfast. Rain here today. I was in a dour mood. Then I saw this message from Craig Mod, a writer and photography who is walking thousands of kilometres across Japan.
Day 21. A spectacular day, one of shops and people and food and trees and gentle breezes and merciful clouds. Walking as floating. Bobbing consciousness. A day where I met, finally, another Serious Walker and we sniffed each other like wild dogs and he had done Shikoku 3x in the last 4 years and was on day 36 of a current walk. Tomorrow: rest day. Only 4 days until Kyoto & this pub experiment is done.
He attached this photo of a man he met. I instantly had a smile. My mood changed.
I enjoyed reading the “little note”, "End of an Era", with its short story of the men and the meat and the dancing girl and a link to an article Craig wrote about “real” charcoal, which reminded me of the smell of breadfruit roasting on “real” charcoal in my grandmother's “rustic” kitchen.
On the last day of Heisei I went on a little walk.
And I am walking. And a little girl dances. And the men eat gizzards. And the pizza toast is prepared. And the coffee is good. And the emperor abdicates. And Heisei ends.