Bated Breath

Train. Train. Bus. Waiting roadside for a shuttle. Water drips down from the canopy overhead, ice melting from the night before. Where we are I don’t know. Near Kyoto. Simply here, waiting. Waiting with bated breath. As for what lies ahead, that too, I don’t know. Isolation, definitely. Boredom, most certainly. But what comes of all that remains to be seen. Ten days is a long time. You’ll hear all about it on the other side.