Nihon
I’ve never particularly enjoyed travelling. Most people have long lists of places they’d like to visit, but for me that’s never been the case. First, airplanes scare me to death. Yes, they may be the safest form of transport but my fear remains nonetheless. Second, you must pack your stuff. Oh, that’s such a disturbing task. What if you forget something important? How can you know the exact amount of clothes you need? Such tragedies! Third, like a hobbit, I’m not fond of leaving home - not even for a couple of days. After a short while, my heart starts to ache, and I must go back. Yet, when I was inside the plane and watched the sun rising in the horizon, it felt like home.
look through the window --
the land of the rising sun
lies just before me
Copyright © Miguel Nakano | Year Posted 2023
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