More Japan drabbles
Aug. 1st, 2003 08:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kaitouI'm at work, and I can't remember the URL for my ficblog (I'm lame like that) so I'll post two more short Japan drabbles here in the meantime, then move them over to the ficblog later.
The Sounds of Summer
If you're lucky, you don't even notice the bugs. You just go about your daily business. If you're not lucky, you do...and the incessant noise is trapped behind your eyes. If you listen carefully you can separate it into four distinct sounds, buzzes and clicks and chatters on different oscillating scales. It's like some kind of bizare barbershop quartet. With birdsong accompaniment. Or sometimes it even sounds like the soundtrack of a horror movie.
On your way out the door you see an inch long cicada caught in the web of a massive black and yellow spider.
Go, Spider, Go.
Eye of the Beholder
Japan fits like a hand-me-down made of silk. It is comfortable in some ways, worn with neighborly care and the unexpected consideration of strangers. But the very texture is unfamiliar, the materials exotic. To wake up in the morning to mountains threaded with mist and sloping red-tiled roofs is amazing.
Even after all this time I can be surprised by the very thought that I am here.
Then an eight year old takes my hand. Today we are making animals from mashed sweet potatoes and pretzel sticks.
"Sensei.." he says with delight, "lets make beavers!"
For they are exotic too.
The Sounds of Summer
If you're lucky, you don't even notice the bugs. You just go about your daily business. If you're not lucky, you do...and the incessant noise is trapped behind your eyes. If you listen carefully you can separate it into four distinct sounds, buzzes and clicks and chatters on different oscillating scales. It's like some kind of bizare barbershop quartet. With birdsong accompaniment. Or sometimes it even sounds like the soundtrack of a horror movie.
On your way out the door you see an inch long cicada caught in the web of a massive black and yellow spider.
Go, Spider, Go.
Eye of the Beholder
Japan fits like a hand-me-down made of silk. It is comfortable in some ways, worn with neighborly care and the unexpected consideration of strangers. But the very texture is unfamiliar, the materials exotic. To wake up in the morning to mountains threaded with mist and sloping red-tiled roofs is amazing.
Even after all this time I can be surprised by the very thought that I am here.
Then an eight year old takes my hand. Today we are making animals from mashed sweet potatoes and pretzel sticks.
"Sensei.." he says with delight, "lets make beavers!"
For they are exotic too.
