In order to stay somewhat immersed in the human realm, I've been taking long walks around the city, usually past Fukuzumi Station and back. Mouthing the lyrics to my favorite Japanese songs while skipping down Tsukisamu River and watching the people around me recharges me enough to return to my apartment and start another set of translations. (Plus I get to pet strangers' dogs as they pass - fantastic therapy.)
Tonight, while walking back from Fukuzumi, I heard loud music from inside one of the neighboring suburbs. Destination-less, I turned right and went to explore. Turns out one of the neighborhoods sponsored a mini-festival, and in one of its many parks the neighborhood members had set up traditional music, lights and booths with food. I assumed it was specifically a children's festival because as I watched women and children in yukatas dancing, six or seven more children, also dressed in yukata, ran past me.
If I had more courage than the average wallflower, I would've joined in or at least asked more about it. Then again, I did walk around the neighborhood for another 25 minutes so I could listen to the music, so I guess I participated - just in typical wallflower fashion.
Moral of this story: When restless, go walking. Just remember to bring your backbone with you.
BLOG SOUNDTRACK: ARASHI "Happiness" (on repeat)
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