The rain sounds different when it hits the tops of houses in Kyoto. I woke up and listened to it for an hour today, then went downstairs and watched the turtles in the inner garden pond. Animals here are not afraid of people. They don’t run and hide the way animals who have learned the hard way what humans are all about do. Even the little birds don’t mind. The only ones who run from people, my house mate told me, are the cats. Given the obsession with cats here, this strikes me as wise behvior.
I’m a little heart broken today. There’s a boy I love who lives six timezones away. He loves me too, but not enough to meet me halfway so that we can be together. Oh well.
The rain is telling me it’s OK, that I will find another. All good things must end.