transportedi had grabbed a jacket in anticipation of the gloomy gray skies above offering up something icier than the warm gust that greeted me when i stepped out of the building. head low, i walked along sixth avenue, feeling all at once at home and foreign, recognizing the city sounds and crossing tracks that could have been in either of my hometowns.
i miss japan at the most unexpected times.
current mood: nazukashii, nostalgic