I was learning all about japanese culture: large rocks are like the soul. I couldn’t find them on my walk to the bus stop this morning.
All i know is what my friend took me to be a part of-flower arrangement, pottery making, and anniversary celebration at a shrine. All last year.
Another friend taught me the blondie meaning of “heart of glass.” The best way to understand is to read “the glass menagerie” (sp?).
Now as i feel as if a part of me was in japan today, i feel the cool post rain breeze. I remember that i was happy.