As it rained gently outside on Aoyama Dori, I enjoyed the company of a special soul as we shared our hearts along with smoked salmon sandwiches and a pasta with octopus in a tasty red sauce.
Essentially, we noted how keenly aware we are of the impermanence, the mutability, ("mujou" in Japanese) of life and the preciousness of each day--each moment. He walks two hours each day at dusk, a particularly poignant time of day when the inevitability of change is clearly apparent. Day slips into night.
Both of us feel on the threshold of something new and free. Of the future, though, we cannot know.
I reminded him of a quote of Steinbeck that he repeated to me three years ago: "Who knows?...or should?"