Let the cup form. Then we shall drink from it.

Side note: circa 1995

I had volunteered in Japan for a stretch and was leaving from the new Kansai airport, little floating isle that it was.  Several friends, numbering ten had come to see me off to the USA.  I left through the gate and went down through security check and noticed them standing at a glass partition a floor above.  I set my luggage aside and performed a customary bow, and the touching part is when I returned to full standing, they were in unison, bowing back to me.  I miss Nihon.  Good people.

Go dark.

Kaze