Rainy Day Thoughts

From grey skies to rain. Days and days it has rained. As I sit in my small circular office no window but a skylight that allows me to gaze upon the off-white weathered wall of the building next to us. The rain dances rhythmically off the glass then runs down the panes of glass - like the saddest of tears. The silence in the rain brings a quiet that makes me sleepy. My mind relaxes with each drop that falls, each sad tear a thought. Each thought a moment of my life.

The Human Spirit

The Earth moved. Did it move for you too? Shindo 6 on the Japanese scale. Now, the Earth has moved over 400 times. The children screamed. The adults went quiet. All hoping it was not "the big one!" If it is, will we survive? Will Mt. Fuji become active again? Will a tsunami (tidal wave) follow in the ensuing seconds. It is cold outside. How much longer until it snows. No homes, camped out in tents. Only soup with a few vegetables. The elderly grow weak. The young grow restless. But everyone grows together and the sense of community and cooperation thrives amid all that is frightening and threatening. The Human Spirit.

A Letter

Notes, memos, letters, cards, postcards. I used to love getting a little note from a friend. It was great to think that someone actually took time out of their busy schedule to find some paper, write and then ensure it was delivered. E-mail. Impersonal, automated, cut and paste. How do you know the tone of an e-mail? Capitals define shouting. Defined by whom? Capitals could merely emphasise a word. Grammatical rules for e-mail now come in to play. A letter was always just so much more friendly and personal. I miss getting real mail.