Thursday: went to Tokyo on one-day trip. Met for the second time with a craft potter I respect and whose works I like so much, and for the first time a friend, who is a fabulous, favorite photographer. The two inspired me indeed. We had a chat with full of laughter drinking a lot. The time went by so quickly; Happy am I to feel 24 hours is way too short.
The end of summer is just like the end of travel. Missing home, I just can't help wishing to put it off a bit further away. Then I'm at home: I feel something is wrong. I feel anxious, uneasy. Dance dance dance, I can hear his voice. Don't think why; just dance. OK. I'll keep dancing airily.