A moment in japan

I started to realize this was the tenth day I stayed in Japan alone when I looked to the sky. The sky is plain blue and clouds are like white soap bubbles, moving very slowly. “Oh, clouds are so beautiful here.” I was thinking while imitating the clouds along this almost empty street. One, two, three... and no more. There were only three people walking on the street with their speed slowed down, just like me. Their back looked very calm, silent, and peaceful. Just in a while my eyes went back to the sky again. The sky was so blue that almost everything on the street looked less attractive. I kept staring at the clouds, watching them moving, moving my body as if I was going to be one of them.

        I did not have a destination. It was the thoughts of not wanting to waste the trip making me walk down the street. I took out the camera without switching it on, moving around to see how little I was. The pedestrian now seemed much bigger inside the camera viewer. The very little shadow of a few people made the street even bigger. Signs installed along the street made the composition more alike to a picture talking about a void street. The buildings were short, leaving the upper part of the viewer a slice of blue sky, although the grey color of the buildings did not quite match with the sky blue. I looked to the sky again.

        Without being aware I climbed to a cross-over bridge, again. I liked the bridges here. This kind of bridges were really great in Japan, thanks to the shortness of buildings and cleanness of the air. When I stood in the middle of the bridge, rised my heads, felt the wind, listened to the beep sound produced by the cars below, everything was just so fine and the clouds were there sharing my joy. I forgot to take photos, and eventually closed my eyes. Now I can still feel the clouds moving even with my eyes closed. The sound of car moving became very clear. It came from far away, passed by, and then left. So did my mind.

        It was not until many minutes later when I opened my eyes. My eyes just got a little bit wet. I thought it was because I was sleepy and that was the tear when I yawned. Who cares? The sun was getting more excited and then gave a beautiful pale-orange color to the street. The grey building now become a good subject matter for paintings. The cars gave the roads shades, and I could see my shadow being projected on the bridge. It was long, but not dark. The same warm shadow appear next to every person on the street. It was not until many minutes later when I started thinking I wanted back home.