After parting with our host in front of Sugiyama we walked up to Time Warner Center. On the way we talked about the 7-course kaiseki - the kids had never seen beef cooked on a hot stone before. The sake was getting to me and I had to go to the bathroom. After we finished we stood on the 2nd floor mezzanine looking out through the glass at a distorted Christopher Columbus. Home seemed very, very far away.
“How do you get to heaven?”
I looked over and realized that a young girl - no older than 27 - was standing next to us, looking at the same view.
“Excuse me?” I said, almost certain I had misheard.
“Are we near heaven?” She said, this time looking over at us.
“From what I understand, it’s pretty far,” I replied.
“Maybe we’re already here?” She had either not heard me or chosen to ignore me.
“Do you think this is what heaven looks like? I think this is what heaven would look like.”
I considered her question.
“It probably isn’t that far off. Maybe just a little different,” I added.
My son was now pulling at my arm. The girl seemed lost.
“Is home far away?”
She didn’t respond.
Espressoing
A few more days
A final Hi meeting
The local neighborhood bar has a quiet time between six and nine. It is a place that specializes in coffee, beer and seasonal menus. There is just enough of each for a satisfying snack and effective buzz. After the time when the laptop lids close and before the social gatherings start -- there is a sort of twilight*. Often this time is a fugitive ground rife with creative inspiration and meditative work -- of the kind that results in personal reward.*twilight may refer to civil, nautical or astronomical variety depending on your social or terrestrial condition
A man positions his mouse on the edge of his browser window. He clicks, holds and drags the viewport first left then right. The content of a video game promo micro site responds and adapts to the available space. To the man, this is more delightful than the game itself.
A man laboriously moves his piano down three levels onto the subway platform. Classic vocals and strided chords -- he played so well I swore he was blind. Oblivious to the heat on that August stage, he was most in touch with his audience -- whom he elevated with his music.
A woman should do exactly as she pleases no matter what a man may think.
As the Dalai Lama once said, "It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room."
"No one understands me," she said. Her grandmother was silent for a minute. It seemed she was searching for an answer in the star speckled sky. "But no one understands anyone in this world, darling. We are all unique. It is what gives us a sense of wonder."