I was walking to NHK, and going through the Yoyogi park. Near the entrance, there is a shop where they sell beer, drinks, and miscellaneous things.
It was a find day. The sun was setting in the Western horizon. And I bought a color ball.
It is a soft ball made of plastic, something that I used to play with when I was a kid. I don't know why I bought it. The idea somehow captured me.
I threw and caught it with my hands several times, and then put it into my backpack.
Once in NHK, I behaved like a normal adult, pretending that something like a color ball never had anything to do with my serious life.
All the while, I felt secretly mischievous. With a color ball, when nobody is around, you can always go back to five year old.
Later in the evening, I passed the security gate at Haneda airport with the color ball in my bag. I winced a little, but needless to say, the alarm did not sound.
Now I am with the color ball in the southern city of Kochi. The freedom to be a little mischievous is still with me.
2 comments:
In my school days, when my school bag was not so heavy, like during the term examination, I used to kick a stone from the entrance till the exit of Yoyogi park. I am happy to know that the shop is still there.
Your mind of a child is charming and sexy.
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