The skies finally decided to dry out after a sopping wet Saturday. I took a ride over the bridge into Urayasu to spend some time with friends. The sun was strong and I was thankful for not wearing my windbreaker.
turned off the main street to pedal down one of the streets in the warehouse section along the water’s edge. It being Sunday the streets were deserted. The large aluminum sided building stood silently. The gate closed till they reopen on Monday.
Door to door asphalt is what I thought I would find, and that was there, but there is an incredible amount of greening in process in the industrial neighborhood. Small potted gardens lineup up outside the offices. Gardens had been planted in the entrance ways to break the monotony of factories.
Flowers sprung up from the ground like notes on a musical score. Reaching for the sunshine as they swayed in the breeze.
Nature given time will grind these factories into compostable dust. All it takes is time and for the human element to leave them be. In the meantime, I watch the struggle or the harmony of it all. It all depend on how you choose to view the world.