Rainy Nights

Summer rain connects so many nights of nostalgia.  A memory held like a flash from a camera.  Tonight a long walk to a station, a dinner with two older Japanese gentlemen from the Takarazuka Friendship Association, being a foreigner in their presence.  Tonight a meeting with all the new people of HPAC, feeling the absence of one year and the very new beginning of the next.  It is a time of junctures, of a non-defined Japan; a year of possibility, of seeing things in a new way.