I know I say this all the time, but where does the time go?


A Secret Hidden Place

Their feet were heavy as lead. Their throats were dry as deserts. Their packs were hollow. They did not have the strength to go much further.

But it seemed they did not have to. Just when all seemed lost, they stumbled upon this place.

An ancient place. Forgotten. Disused, but still good. It would be enough.

The old ones build this place, though no one could fathom how or why. What had it been for, with its tiny rooms, tiny fountains, and oddly shaped seats? Tiny rooms of prayer, perhaps?

The travelers, lay down their empty packs at the entrance. They bowed at the miniature fountains lining the walls. Behind a lush green curtain, a dull silver hid. The bravest of the travelers ran a hand over it and was greeted by a familiar face.

After drinking their fill from rusted taps, the travelers rested, before gathering their things and continuing on once more.

They did not dwell on this old place, for it had been built long ago and by the old ones, who had shuffled off the mortal coil eons before the current era.


Legends they were, nothing more.

On our way

Today dragged on and on.

Usually, when I have weekend plans to look forward to, my Saturday fly by, but today time moved like molasses. I only had six lessons, instead of the usual seven or eight, with any downtime being used to correct essays or do paperwork.

But all I could think about was our trip to Tokyo.

Now I’m sitting on the nighttime highway bus, somewhere in Yokkaichi, knackered beyond belief, and wearing my friend’s jacket. 

It’s almost dead silent, with blacked out windows, and nothing to do. It’s almost like all my energy’s left, so maybe I should go to sleep so I can get through tomorrow’s sightseeing.

G’night all.

Remember to take a breath.

This year has been a bit on the difficult side so far. So far I’ve had a serious lung infection, an allergic reaction to a common antibiotic, injured a tendon in my foot, and have come down with a nasty eye infection this week. It makes me want to bang my head against a wall, but I have to remember to take a breath. It hasn’t been all bad and I’m still living where I want to be, doing a job I don’t hate.

Flower Fridays 01

I saw a lot of different types of flowers when I visited California. Most of them I don’t have names for.

These flowers were especially beautiful because they reminded me of fire.

They were planted not far from our hotel and it was mom that pointed them out. On our last day, we both got up early, and while mom was buying some coffee, I took a few pictures.