Grace. Wanna know what it looks like?
It looks like the view from a bus window, riding the expressway from Narita Airport to Yokohama. Cityscapes, still there. It's the boredom and fatigue that had me nodding off.
It's the normalcy of taking off shoes as you enter a house. Udon noodles in miso soup for supper. Fermented beans, raw egg, and onion over hot rice, with miso soup and pickled cucumbers for breakfast. A Shiba-Ken doglet staring at every bite.
It's life as usual in the city.
Three months after the quake.
Heading to church soon. Good thing. I need to praise before I burst.
Amazing, isn't it -- nine thousand miles to go from home to home. Or not home to not home, as increasingly no earthly place suffices.
ReplyDeleteWishing you abundant igaijin fun amidst grace.