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.