Omotesando

. . . down Omotesando Boulevard in cool air, bright sun, most leaves fallen from the zelkova trees … people’s feet soft on the sidewalk, conversation soft in the air . . .

Aoyama, morning

. . . down the designer fashion street in the cool air, bright sun warm on my face . . . window displays passing by . . . autumn sidewalk leaves . . .

… nice moment …

. . . down the Aoyama fashion street to teach a morning class … bright sun, blue sky, helicopter lazy-riding overhead … display window floor spread with autumn leaves …

… Omotesando, fall …

… walking Omotesando … cloudy, damp … fallen leaves, pretty colors … sweet-sour starting-to-decay smell …

Shunga-Sized …

… park, morning; bright sun, blue sky, air crisp with the smell of fallen leaves … amateur photographers, oldsters mostly, walking about, in search of autumn foliage nature shots and/or birds, I suppose, toting cameras with telephotos of a length and girth, proportionate to their body size, that rival even the most supersized among the schlongs at the shunga (erotic manga) exhibit I recently viewed …

… kindergarteners and pre-kinders running about, searching among fallen leaves for gingko nuts, though most, it seems, have been gathered by previously visiting groups, leaving slim pickings, but the kids seem happy enough …

… and yet despite the pleasant ambience I find myself feeling some sort of anxiety as I make my way through the park, thinking of a woman I love–whether our relationship will grow closer, enter the realm of the carnal; remain one of what I would currently describe as intimate friendship with a leitmotif of flirtation; or slowly or quickly fade … anxiety as I consider the possibility that there may have already been, in our interactions, a number of moments when, had I been given to dramatically impulsive action, we might have become carnally active … wondering if I may have already missed the boat, if there was any potential boat …

… and yet, another part of me feels comfortable in my, so far anyway, non-impulsivity, at least in any carnal sense … if something develops it develops; if not, not … and may develop whether any dramatic, carnal impulsivity on my part occurs or not, for sometimes things may develop by the most gradual of degrees, the smallest of gestures …