I was chasing the Californian orange light when I was driving high way in Japan.
All of a sudden I thought “Is this 405?”.
I was thinking about the past.
I thought he was the one who was not there all the time , but I was the one.
I didn’t remember what he looked like in my head.
Beautiful sky and sunset were always there since I have moved in here and I‘ve never noticed that.
I was hearing without listening.
My roommate back in Irvine, California.
He once offered to buy poke for me instead of sleeping on the sofa for one night so he could bring a white girl into our room.
He once told me he’s lost his grandfather before and said “I wish I could do something more for him”.
Winter in Tokyo, the sky is clean and crisp. The first winter to realize this.
We just repeat same small things every day.
“How are you”
“Love you” “Love you too”
That is important to me.
Finally, I was hearing and listening.
Every morning, he wears a suit and ties and puts his favorite Rolex on his left wrist.
This was his last day working for his company which he’s worked for 36 years.
I am not chasing the Californian orange light anymore.