Sunrise
Kiomye and I wake at sunrise and stand on our balcony to watch the light encompass Osaka and Nishi. We speak in whispers.Beautiful, mommy.
Kiomye calls the blinking lights on the far off towers that encircle Osaka Bay “sparkle stars”. She can already name the vehicles by the sound they make as they thread themselves through the tightly packed buildings. The whining growl – scooter. The clickity-clack – train. The hissing squeaks – bus. The far off rumble – bullet train, shinkansen.
posted by Scribbler @ Saturday, August 28, 2004
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