Sometimes sitting over late morning coffee and breakfast I can see other places. Some time ago it was Japan. Then I visited 3 cities tied together by Shinkansen rail travel. I went to Tokyo, Hiroshima and Osaka over a month. It seems almost surreal now to remember those days. Interspersed with photos. I had never been to Osaka or Hiroshima. The last time in Japan before 2018 was 2011. I went to Tokyo and caught the bullet train to Kyoto. Before that work took me to Tokyo many times.
Now the memory is Osaka. There was something large and in charge about that city. Impossible to see in 5 days but that’s what I had. So I went forward. Always on foot. The city seemed to spread out before me. And there were bridges. I love bridges.
But the city just stood out to me and showed it’s past and future many times. Like scenes from some time traveling photographer it brought it all together and I could only gasp.
Wandering Japan is accepting the past come colliding with the present and future and Osaka seemed on that path.
And I just felt I was a spectator on that path. Like Osaka let me see this little part of itself. I felt this wonder and mystery and figured out finally,
Osaka was forever on the move from yesterday with a stop today but reaching for tomorrow
And that was a wonder. A mystery. A time spent only sampling some delicacy of a city reinventing itself daily and letting me see it all.
Going back over coffee is fun. What is more fun is realizing it has been busy changing every single moment since then. So there is no back to go to. That’s even better for these old feet.