Sometimes, I think that the person I was two and a half years ago is a simply a dream. The summer of that year, I walked along lush forest roads embroidered with wildflowers, sat on the edge of the pier over a shimmering lake, spoke a new language, and wandered among crowds of millions. I loved living in Japan, but with two and a half years of graduate school between me and that summer, it seems more dreamlike all the time.
Once, I glimpsed a unique perspective that not many people can claim. It was more than a few moments to peer into other people’s true selves, that is, the part of us that exists outside routine and the expected. In short, if you want to see what people are like, trap them in an elevator. Of course, there are dozens of ways to get a similar glance into the interior of another person, but a sure-fire method is to take eight or nine people and suspend them in a small metal box above a ponderous height (ponderous, as in “we’re not sure how much”).
Life offers us many simple pleasures. Some are classically considered, like the sound of rain on the roof or a well-brewed cup of tea, but others are a little more unique to the digital age, like being able to trek into the wild country of random movies. Though not every movie is worth writing home about (or finishing), there can be some unexpected treasures.
Once again it’s January, and outside of my window soft snow is drifting though the sunbeams of a clearing sky. Breaths of blue are appearing just as the sun is making its way downwards for the day. Without a doubt, it is beautiful. I know that it has not been a welcome bit of weather for everyone, but I am thankful to see it on a day when I don’t have to venture outside except for a few chances to leave some footprints in the fluffy powder.