My pendulum like mood swings has caused me to see things a bit more darkly that I would like. The politricksters and their loudspeakers (this irritating noise is easily filtered out and ignored by the Japanese) hits a nerve deep in my soul and bring out some long rooted frustrations; however, there is another side of the street.
This side of the street is full of life. This other side of the street are full of neighbors that say hello, even to me a complete an utter stranger. On this side of the street the kitty soaking up the rays smiles as if to say to me “I know.”
Wandering the back alleys no bigger than for a single bicycle to pass I found the lovely side of the street. I will and always try to find this side to the urban jungle where I trod. I can not ignore the sights that trouble my soul and they will emerge in my work from time to time. But keeping this is check, it is the lovely concrete, and potted plants that bring out the best in me.
Look for that lovely side of the street.