All Sense Hustle
Today Japan is fried chicken katsu swaddled by an egg yolk. The colors bright, the people crispily, (as in chicken kind of crisp) protective, resilient and very clear about what goes where, why, when and how. I like the way the people in my prefecture glide/ride/fly through life on their bicycles. Their eyes focused on what‘s ahead never worrying about what’s behind…or on either side. And in the end aren’t we all better for it? Moving forward? Moving on?
The roads are miniature and I have spent many car rides in the passenger’s seat sucking my teeth and breath, pushing on my imaginary break and listening to my heart ask my brain, “Really? Are you crazy? Is this safe?” Yet, something in me deeply admires the way they navigate traffic. How they mentally transform a seven inch across road to at least 100 ft. Will I ever ride a bike on what is dubbed “chicken road?” HELL TO THE NAWL...but if I figure out the recipe for the fearless pill…I just might.
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