When I had an appointment with someone yesterday evening, I decided to go to Yoyogi Park first. To my consternation, the sky was already turning dark at 4pm. Nonetheless, the golden ginkgo leaves were still there.
I was losing light, so I tried to take as many decent photos as possible.
Meanwhile, someone was playing the saxophone in the park.
Video of the saxophonist
Finally, the last lights of the sun were gone.
I walked back to the park entrance, and suddenly remembering, against my will, a picnic I had in summer more than a year ago. Felt like the occurrence of another life.
As I continued trudging through. From the corner of my eye, I saw a young couple dancing under a tree, to the music playing from a radio they brought over.
How tragic it would be, if a woman were crazy enough to dance under a tree with me. Then I remembered that I cannot dance.
And then, I made my way towards Harajuku station, where the melancholic sight of falling leaves were concealed by groups of people, by the constant flood of lights that came from the passing traffic and lampposts.
I hurried my steps, into the autumn twilight, making sure not to be late.