Tokyo this week

Its been a while since I blogged. Just the flow of things - the lovely autumn, my impending Japanese Proficiency Test, upcoming trip home - all keeping my mind ticking. My thoughts as my feet crunch over the bed of fallen leaves in my path...




Autumn. Just cannot resist going ga ga over it - yet again and again and... Autumn should silence all the doubters who think Tokyo is just a grey city full of wires and bridges. In any other season I would be one of them but not now, now today. The icy chill air with the beautiful autumn hues brushing shoulders with yes - the overhead wires and grey buildings - is just that intriguing combination that drives me nuts.













Hats off to Tokyo's beautiful gardens that sit bang in the middle of the big bad city, where you least expect. There is something about urban concrete beauty doing a merry dance with nature that brings the piquant twist in the tale.










This week Tokyo is in 'full bloom'. Suddenly there are dashes of red, yellow and browns in the otherwise black and grey palette. Splashes of colour like an artist dabbed it there. Christmas lights are shining like fireflies. Add to that the beautifully fashionable people of Tokyo and the incredibly energising chill and you no longer feel you are on the same planet as the rest of the world!

Who says Tokyo isnt beautiful.

Time to renew

Its easy to get poetic when you are surrounded by an edifying chill in the air that you simply want to breath in a good lungful of and go "suzushii" (cool)!! Ah!

All that was familiar has gone.Its the Order of Change.Time to Reboot. A.k.a The Magic of Seasons.

At a time like this, its also easy to summon all non existent talents (poetry, singing, art...get it?) one posseses/doesnot posses, in praise of God's creation. How something wholly beyond our control happens with stunning regularity year after year. I may sound like a stuck record but now that I know of its existence, I refuse to budge from my stance. The 'season' story is worth a hearty song and dance anytime, anyplace.

The air has gone silent after the frantic sounds of summer; the birds and cicadas have vanished to renew and restore for the next cycle of life. Only the big fat crows remain singing their lonely guttral song.

Temparatures officially dipped in Tokyo and voila the rules of the game changed. Life and our wardrobes will be reordered.Our brazen summer steps tempered. On the bright side, my lovely morning walks toasted under the winter sun are back.Joy.

So then the change of seasons is a humbling experience. Makes you aware of a Higher Order that is really calling the shots. All you, as a speck of humanity can do is show up, on cue, in the right gear. Philosophy. See what I meant about non existent talents?