I visited the border town of Misato yesterday. Thats right a border town, for it is just over the border from both Chiba Prefecture, and Tokyo. The sun was pretty harsh as I made my way over to the river. The levees are huge cutting off all view of the river. I had to climb a series of concrete steps to stand atop the levee.
The weeds were thick and coming right up to the edge of the steps. It was like how I imagined finding an ancient Mayan pyramid that had been swallowed by the jungle.
The flood plain that stretched out between the Saitma and Chiba sides of the river were low and wide. A small island of trees had even taken root in the middle of the flood plain. I gazed out over the grass and river as my eyes focused on the far side that was Chiba prefecture.
I wondered what this area must have been like 50 years ago. When there was little out this way that had been constructed. Or even to go farther back in time to the Edo period when this area might have been largely un populated.
Times change, bridges are build the old is knocked down and the so-called modern replace it. Somewhere between the sky, river and asphalt lies the truth.