Japan, you saved my life one winter morning. I was on Roosevelt Road and darkness and cold and gray. Shops and traffic. Monotony. Losing losing losing. Not enough money. Not enough joy.
I put Takemitsu on and finally understood it when there was a pause. A lovely flute melody. A pause. Minutes of beautiful colors and then the melody returned. All as I rolled my gray Corolla through the gray snow of Roosevelt road. So cold.
Japan, you saved my life one winter morning.
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