snow again

These are big snowflakes. One passes my window. I can see its texture. Now they cut across sideways at greater speed. All white outside.

It was January of the year I turned eighteen. I stood by the window in my classroom. It was a rare snowfall in Fukuoka. I watched the snow and thought Yukie. We had gone out for a few dates already by then, and I liked her lots.

That was ten years ago. Some nights, I still pray for her. I have always kept the position that I owe her something. Maybe I don’t. But I just choose to think this way. I would not have survived Japan had I not met her.

Here I am almost twenty-eight. I have a better idea of how the world works. I still want to travel. I am less selfish. I say to myself, I will bring this feeling to the next person I chance to meet. I still pray for Yukie.

It’s these sentiments that cripple me. It’s also these sentiments that make my life very very interesting.

Outside is now a blizzard. Flights are cancelled and all. Nothing too romantic about it anymore. But here I am, with my dwindling head and all, I’d like to say, if I may, I love my life.


written on the morning of Sunday December 16th 2007, watching snowfall.