The streets of Nagoya

I wake in the morning, and I breathe in the sunlight. It spreads through my curtains and fill the room with a warm, soft glow.
I begin a series of usual gestures that eventually, more or less, result in my leaving through the fine front door, key in hand, phone in pocket, despite the fact that it might not work. This particular day I climb in the car with my newfound Oniisan, and we sail away at seven-thirty in the morning, ready to face a new day, and a new light.
Arriving in Sakae, Nagoya "down-town", I step off the train and look around me. I have spent half an hour, like all other Japanese early-risers in their business suits and fine dresses, sleeping as I sit, waiting for the end of the line. Now I can blink, and light once more fills my insides, I am alive, and ready to face the world. I say goodbye to Oniisan Mayuko, find the sign that points away from the Mitistsu line and towards Oasis 21.