The days left to us in Japan can be counted in single digits. You often hear it said that time flies when you're having fun. If that is true the time spent here must have been an orgy of joy because the days are falling away from the calendar as steadily as the red and gold leaves floating down from the trees that line the streets here.
Melba has to work until the 16th. Other than that there is little to do except wait like expectant fathers outside a delivery room. There are only a few leaves left on the trees. They drift through the crisp air and fall to the street like confetti in a ticker tape victory parade. I hope they're still a few left to fall on us when we board the shuttle bus to the airport in a few days.
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