It took me quite a lot to get motivated today. I’m not sure why. It just seemed like quite a pain to get myself to leave the comfiness of my home. It was partially due to the weather that had turned a bit cooler in the last 12 hours that I needed to throw on a hoody to keep warm.
I finally gulped down a glass of my homemade espresso and jumped on my bicycle to the station. I really had no destination in mind. I just knew I didn’t want to go anywhere crowded. I just wanted to be on the street with my camera. I decided to keep to the Tozai line and I got off at Monzennakacho Station. An area known for it’s large shrine and temple and back alley restaurants.
My wandering started off slowly. I went left where everyone else went right. It took a while to get into the rhythm of the wandering and the clicking, but it all began to sync up. I lost track of time. I lost track of where I was. All I had to choose, was straight, left, or right.
The clicking became easy. Homes angles, potted plants all lined up for my enjoyment. The streets were for the most part empty except for the occasional housewife, and school children.
Sometimes the hardest part of a journey is just getting started; however, once started the journey is never completed.