Akihabara Storm

The neon lights reflected off the wet road. Clear umbrellas shielding and folding against the wind. Waves of rain lashing through the buildings. Echoes of Blade Runner.

Tsjukiji

It was 4:30am and slightly drizzling. We made the 10 minute walk to the market from the Marriott Courtyard Ginza. Glaring lights on boxes of exotic fruits of the sea. The tuna auction begins. Sushi beckons. We take our seats at the small sushi place around the corner. The family from Iowa joins in - me, happily feasting on raw fish variations - you and rocketgirl shaking your heads.

Tears in Rain

The man thanked us for visiting Japan. Memories of tsunami footage came back. He made a slow full bow. You and your mom's beautiful faces reflecting in the window on our way to Ginza.