Yesterday it was like standing in a Turkish bath. The typhoon turned away and did not bother to gather up the clouds that had been preparing for its arrival. School had been cancelled and all the kids were roaming the streets under cloudy skies.
Today it is like we are drowning in that bath. June was a disappointing rainy season; all the hydrangeas bloomed and withered in the dry days, the snails were nowhere to be seen. July is trying to make up for June's drought.
Hiroshima is not fond of the rain. It is either low and cut through with rivers or mountainous and cut through with rivers. Not to mention that the baseball stadium has no roof so that means no Carp games.
Hiroshima is not fond of the rain. It is either low and cut through with rivers or mountainous and cut through with rivers. Not to mention that the baseball stadium has no roof so that means no Carp games.
The students were sent home again today because we are under a heavy rain warning. 警報(keiho); an alarm, a warning. It is the keyword of the week. If it does not stop raining over night, the warning will not lift and I will have work but no students.
So I am now at work, desk-bound and having caught up on my planning, I feel like I need to break my silence here but I am having a hard time doing so. There is something very addictive about silence. I like it so much that I have deactivated most social media sites or just deleted the apps from my non-phone phone. I also stopped reading the news or talking about the news. I listen to podcasts instead, read about linguistic anthropology, and study Japanese. I have not written a story in months. Even poems are excessive right now. It is a period of gestation. My cocoon is soft but thick. Only the very determined can penetrate it.
I am not remorseful but I do feel like I must show some sign of life, lest you worry, lest you think I am something other than a busy mother trying to survive. You do not need to worry but what you think is up to you.
The clock releases me and thus I will leave this somewhat random post here for you to read. I will be walking home in the rain, soaked sneakers and my mind full of grammar patterns and kanji readings.
I hope you all are well.
Perhaps I will return tomorrow, if the rain does not let up.
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