Aoyama, morning

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

… Omotesando, fall …

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

floating light

… park … blue sky daubed with fluffy clouds … bright sun, cool but warming air, more fallen, autumn-turned leaves … something floating catches the sunlight; floating among the tree branches … on the other side of a playing field a woman blows bubbles for a small child; they float across, float above me among the branches, catching light …

… fallen …

… park … bright sun, blue sky, some fluffy white clouds … sunlight on tree trunks, damp ground from yesterday’s rain, fallen leaves …

Blue Sky … Forgiveness

… looking up into the blue sky, feeling my mother’s presence in the sunlight sparkling all through it … the words come to my mind:
“Mother, I forgive you.”

… and then I hesitate before entering my apartment, look up at the blue sky again, though fittingly, I think, a narrower swath of it, as I don’t feel as ready for this yet, and think, “Father, I forgive you too.”