Typhoon #18 was heading our way the other day. The meteorologists were predicting that it would only barely touch the Tokyo area, as it was way out in the Pacific Ocean. I usually don’t put too much trust in what they say, but the wind was blowing a bit harder than usual, but other than that there wasn’t much sign that possible stormy weather was on its way. The clouds had woven themselves into a a patch worked sky.
I did something that I rarely do on my lunch break, I went outside. I just felt I needed to be alone and in the fresh air. All the air was drenched in ocean aroma, as I wandered outside and found a single tree in a park near. I just sat. I attempted to do nothing. I just listened to the breeze speak through the rustle of the the trees, and watch the clouds quickly unfurling across the the blue skies. I seemed to be the only one for 100s of meters. I know there were other people outside enjoying this wonderfully warm autumn day, but they had completely dropped out of my sphere of acknowledgment.
The colors were ultra vivid. The sounds crystal clear, I could even see the mushrooms as they sprouted up out of the soil. I hadn’t sat so still for a long time. Time folded in on itself as I observed the tree’s shadow ebb and fade with each passing cloud. My own personal natural cinema vérité flickering there at my feet.
It was a beautiful moment that wove itself directly into my soul. Tapping in to that higher power of the creator when you allow your heart to syncopate with the world. Each heartbeat flashed images as the natural celluloid natural cinema vérité continued.
A wonderful collection of moments that made up a fabulous day. I saw the heavens and the earth, and even a mushroomed Mt. Fuji.