Mom’s Minnie Mouse alarm clock wakes me at 9:30AM. I finish my morning routine and wear my favorite Gian Romano jacket. The weather is perfect at 19°C. I know that this day, the events that’s about to uncoil into existence, will glue itself onto the façade of my thoughts. I ride the train to Akihabara then the Yamanote train to Ueno. Thick lines of people exiting and entering the station act as my welcoming committee. Like a massive herd of wildebeest, we parade the short crossing and into Ueno-Koen. I get teary-eyed at the first sight of the pinkish white flowers that adorn the trees. Three steps and I see more. Six and I see more. Eight and it’s everywhere, flooding the panorama. We come to witness nature’s flaunting of its immense beauty that is worth all the attention and awe and tears it gets. People flock wherever a tree drop its shadow. Sometimes when the wind nudges its branches, a blessing of pink rain dramatically falls on us. It’s like looking at your first rainbow. It’s like driving your dream car. It’s like holding the hand of your loved one. It’s like finally passing Physics. It’s that ginormous butterfly in your stomach. I walk around the park not knowing which path to take. I come across temple after temple as I wander. I eventually find a small space where I can just sit and let it all in. I let it all in. No thoughts. Just letting it all in. Sakura is like life: short and beautiful. I heard that on Miami Ink, by the way.
Then off to Harajuku and Yoyogi Park:
more photos HERE