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Noticing ~ Central Park

NYC
 
We visit New York City at least once a year and sometimes twice which is a pretty big deal since we live in Japan. For us, it is the centre of Everything. We go to plays and musicals, we have delicious meals, we meet up with friends who go to school or work in the city and other international-educator-kindred-spirits who still have family there. Oh, and we shop! We also walk more in New York than we do anywhere else. In New York, twenty blocks feels like just up the street.
 
I took this photograph in Central Park on the 29th of December. That was the day we were scheduled to fly home but Winter finally arrived in Canada, specifically Toronto, so we pushed our flight back a day to miss the storm. We spent our “bonus day” eating French Onion soup, browsing in a book store and walking in Central Park.
 
I love that some things still feel like magic. After all these years.
 

Night-slipping

i.
This,
my favourite season.
Warm, mid-twenties days,
nights cool enough
for sweaters
{though my inner-Canadian
scoffs. Toughs it out.}

ii.
Young lovers
in Chinatown
seem unburdened
entirely
without care.
Perhaps
this is true.
Or a trick
twilight
plays
on my eyes
or
their hearts.

iii.
I
too
feel an
unburdening
these days.
Light like stars,
slipping through,
a shimmering
ghost.
Here but somewhere else.

iv.
We follow
comets
couples
salary men
through side streets
heavy with lanterns.
Luminescent woman
in red.
Cook steals
a quiet moment
in the alley.
Peace,
a commodity,
the bread of our time.
{I hope he’s not caught
with that time on his hands.}
Two sharp young men
emerge from a restaurant,
all long strides
and confidence.
Pools of white light
splash out onto sidewalks
from restaurants
where diners are tucked
safe inside
like a doll’s house.

v.
We slip away.

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12 happy minutes

Little Women

“I consider a walk around the block the same as a journey to India.” ~ Maira Kalman

“When I walk, I have an empty, happy brain and I see things.” ~ Maira Kalman

Sometimes other people
write and say
things
so true
about my life,
I wonder
how they knew.

This is my walk home
from school.

These are
consistently
the 12 happiest minutes
of my day.

This is the Japan
I know
and love
best.

This is my voyage
to India.

Today, these girls
walked ahead of me.
They looked like
modern-day
Little Women,
one with a purse
draped across her body
the same way
I wear mine.
Old souls
in small bodies,
they left their umbrellas
closed,
preferring
(it seemed)
to feel
the beautiful rain
on their faces.
When they reached
the clearing
above the steps
to Motomachi Street,
they conferred
about the best route.
A smile snuck out
and crossed the face of one
then they were racing for the stairs,
bouncing as they connected
with each
slippery
step.
Laughing
they rounded the corner
and slipped
out of sight.

This is my voyage
to India
every day.