i have all kinds of things to tell you, especially about the recent visit of the mama bear, but my photographic illustrations of the as-yet-to-be-recounted events are being held hostage due to the mysterious disappearance of my camera cord.
have you seen it? i have searched high and low to no avail, and i have a sinking feeling that it might be wedged between the many, many plastic containers of sweaters under my bed. i am also of the firm opinion that buying a new cord will be less of a hassle than pulling out all those containers, not to mention that spending money is the patriotic thing to do these days. but, we shall see.
in the meantime, let me say that, while last night the air smelled like the grotty great salt lake, a few nights ago it had that sweet and fresh, dew-filled, season-changing smell that always makes me miss japan something awful. i would gulp down same-smelling air by the nose-and-mouth-full as i raced my bike home at the end of the day, thinking all the while that life would probably never get better than that moment.
never mind that sometimes i have nightmares about being called on another mission. those crisp and pedaled evenings were some of the best of my life, and it's nice to catch a whiff of them every now and then.
1 comment:
Agreed 100%. Riding your bike back to the apato, no qualms at all over the fact that you're wearing a skirt and being stared at for looking so different, and just enjoying the smell that is so... Japan. *sigh* Happy memories.
And yes, I also share the same terrifying feeling of being called on another mission someday. :) All in the Lord's hands, eh?
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