My son used to take a lot of breaks from kindergarten. I would take him to watch the birds by the sea. Or we might ride the ferris wheel in Minato-mirai, followed by a leisurely time in one of the cake shops near Chinatown.
It would be just two of us in middle of the week, while ordinary people went to work.
I would bring my camera with me. This time I had brought Olympus Pen, loaded with expired film I would have bought from the neighborhood old camera shop which no longer exists.
It all now seems like a story you would read in a book, almost like a fable.
In evenings I would ask him, “why do you cry?” and he would say “because the day comes to an end”.
Yeah, I see what you mean there, son.
We humans are young and foolish and we can’t understand time. We know as much about it as a sea cucumber knows about satellites orbiting the earth.
Remembering a verse from a Genesis song:
All at once I can see what we do
Me into me and you into you
Me into me and you into you
Tonight, tonight, oh, he’s burning bright
Everyone is on their feet ’cause he is out, out on the street
There’s another day done and there’s another gone by
and
And in the beating of your heart
There is another beating heart, ah-hah
Wake up young man – you, who I see in me.