I have been in an introspective mood lately.
Many reasons but maybe age is playing a huge part.
So this is a repeat from 2010
Hope you enjoy the updated post.
On a trip to visit Japanese son,
who at the time was living and teaching in Sanda, Japan.
I came to realize how much I loved Japanese Vending Machines.
Sanda is about 35 kilometers beyond the Rokko Mountain range from Osaka.
This is a big agricultural area known for Strawberries and the famous Kobe Beef.
It is about a hour train ride into Osaka through some of the most beautiful mountains,
tree covered tunnels (each tunnel has a name) to bridges over rocky crystal clear rivers.
It is a visual heaven to this desert dweller.
Sanda is a commuter family town that has a vibrant city area and train station.
I lived out in the countryside so I had a charming but very tiny train station.
Next to the train station, there were fields of rice and vegetables along both sides of the road that I walked to get to my apartment.
You rarely see a plot of land that is empty in Japan.
If it is flat there is always something growing on it from rice, vegetables or flowers.
Very late one evening after we left the lights of the train station, parking lot and taxi stand and a few late night riders, it was just daughter and I walking down a very dark and quiet road. There were a few homes and street light by where we lived to the right
but it was very dark and quiet walk.
So quiet that I swear I could here the rice growing in the field next to me.
Then right before me glowing in the dark standing all by itself next to an electrical pole and the rice field was a soft drink vending machine.
Softly glowing in the dark all by itself, just standing there lighting our way.
I came to really love seeing that vending machine on those late night walks home.
I miss that walk.
I miss that vending machine and I can't believe I never took a photo of it.
But I remember it all, like I was just there.
Walking down that road over the stone bridge and stream again late last night.
So strong is the feeling that I swear can hear the rice growing once again.
I never took a photo of the vending machine at night
or the hilly area right where I was living.
But the photo above does look like the hills at night near where I walked.
memories. . . parsnip
Music. . . A Place We Must Return To, OST Final Fantasy
As I read this memory I feel that I should have known there were
Totoros and a Catbus guiding my way home,
right there in the rice fields and wind above me.
Magical is all I can say