I'm leaving for the airport in 30 minutes.

I just wanted to record two images I wasn't able to photograph in Tokyo.

A rainy morning earlier this week, coming out of the subway at Ochanomizu.  We were waiting for the light to change, so we could cross the bridge over the river.  Ahead I saw the bridge crusted over with hundreds of pink, blue, green, black, white umbrellas, hurrying forward.

Last Tuesday coming out of the museum, a corridor with a line of fifty people waiting for a meeting.  Young men and women all dressed alike, in crisp black suits and white starched shirts and blouses.  April is the month for new hirings.  Hopeful starts.  Black suits.

I have had such a good trip this time.  In two days we finished an interview book between Yamakawa-san and myself.  She has translated many spiritual books in Japan and, though quiet and humble, something of a celebrity.  We are the same age.  Little girls in Japan and America during World War II.  Now together, talking about life purpose, overcoming challenges, marriage, and visiting power places.

I'm sorry the book will be published only in Japanese, so I won't be able to read it.

I'll have four other books coming out this year, all in Japanese.  Hmmm.