[Private:] The breeze shifted earlier. The wind pressed hard against my face as if trying to force me to understand that which I could not. Almost in the same way natives yell slowly at foreigners - as if it will somehow help them understand what is being said. In my bones I know this is an ill omen…perhaps I am simply searching for meaning in this world. [/filter]
Though the keyboard now within my possession can hardly be compared to the piano left behind in Japan it feels nice to create music once again. I have been thinking about offering piano lessons, but Michiru really is the better teacher. I would love to race again. First I need a car...