of Tokyo appeared. Every single building, every single car, every single pane of glass shone proudly in the sunlight. The town seemed to have been reborn, washed by the rain, and she slowly rode the wind down into it. Gradually, curiously, she could feel herself becoming one with everything. She simply knew, in a sensation more fundamental than words, that she was a part of this world. She was wind and water, blue and white, mind and wish. A peculiar happiness and keen sorrow spread all through her. Then, slowly, as if she were sinking deep into her futon, her awareness dimmed and faded… * * * “That view I saw back then might all have been a dream,” she’d once told me, “but—” It wasn’t a dream, though. We know that now. Later on, we both saw the same sight together. A sky world known to none but us. For better or worse, during that summer I spent with her, in the sky over Tokyo, we changed the shape of the world forever. Page 6 Goldenagato | mp4directs.com