I have been completely content with being absolutely quiet recently. Perhaps so much so that it could be a problem.
This evening I went to the onsen and ran into a teacher I work with. Somehow, my quiet was interrupted. And that felt very unnatural.
A 4 p.m. setting sun and a morning with freezing wind has the capability to be the most lonely or most comforting thing in the world. Luckily, winters involve rituals that keep most things in a predictable course of events.
Such rituals involve the excessive eating that I began in Bali, which has followed me to Japan.
The instinctual urge to lay around that happens every winter has, once again, fallen into cycle as well.
For this very brief moment the quiet is allowing me to feel content.
Meanwhile, Danny Boyle, the same director who did the film that frightened me more than anything, 28 Days Later, also directed a film I found to be breathtakingly beautiful and posed more cultural curiosities.
Despite all the hype that has surrounds Slumdog Millionaire the above movie montage might be my favorite of all time.