The Beauty of Osaka In the Rain
It’s the seemingly mundane moments which make me feel the deepest. Transitioning to life in my new home.
An early autumn rain falls upon Osaka, Japan. I lay in bed writing after a day of work.
I listen to the rain which pours outside my window. This is something I tell myself I have to do — write, dig, explore my changing thoughts as if that’s why I’ve come here. And in a way it is.
But in reality, I’m here just to be. I’m here to listen to the sound of rain — that continuous sound of water falling upon city, concrete and earth.
I don’t know why, but this gives me a deep sense of meaning, knowing that wherever I go and whatever I do, I’ll be okay because there’s more to this than I can possibly comprehend. The mystery far surpasses understanding, and we may find solace in that.
That tells me we’ll be okay.
I find inspiration from the stillness of the early morning and the thoughts that arise while going about the day.
I find energy and better know myself as I listen to the evening autumn rain which teems upon the narrow streets below.
The Osaka skyline, which I view from my small balcony, glows with scattered, iridescent neon lights.
