natasha's diary

After the typhoon, a heavenly day. Clouds are a gift of nature. Perpetually clear blue skies would be as boring as perpetual smiles.

Tokyo bicycle manufacturers understand that brakes applied delicately should let off a small squeak, like a whisper in the ear, to warn people walking ahead that a rider would like to pass. The sound of a bicycle bell is to insistent, too crude.

It is rare in most neighborhoods to see a balcony without some flowers in the corner. They are not there to enrich the lives of the residents of the apartment, but to give a little lift to the passersby.