PUBLIC MARKS from sevenhelmets

Not a collision, more a brush. Instinctively back-pedaling, I dropped my time-card. Uttering neither Japanese nor English, I said it all. Of her sweet-scented lines I picked up and hung up at, ‘Shinpai nai’ Gotta work on that. Descending, for every month here 5/4/3/2……….I wiped my eyes, walked out catching a distorted reflection. Is it true that if new born babies don’t get hugged that they die? Wrapped in humidity, breathing in tomorrow’s new regime an old comfort.......

So, I’m fairly new to Japan, and slowly ( but surely ) trying to learn the language. I have quite a few Japanese friends that try and teach me Japanese. ( The Operative word being “try” as I believe that the English language and the Japanese language are having a territorial war right now in my head ).....

You know summer has officially hit Japanese shores when you spot the usually impecably suited sarariman carrying his coat slung over his arm, something they normally wouldn’t be caught dead doing. Then you turn around and spot the young mothers with their 2.5 families rushing to catch the train to visit the giant Mouse and all his cronies. Even if you don’t leave your house you’ll get woken up at some ungodly hour because a hoard of semi’s (cicadas) spark up into full song, all in honor of the season. After you’ve finished cursing the little blithers for destroying your idea of a Saturday sleep-in, theres nothing more to do but to make use of the day, and explore......