Last weekend everyone was at the park, any park, a few of these everyones even noticing the cherry blossoms. It was too crowded, too much noise and commotion, too many families. During the weekday the trees seem abandoned and ignored. Not many people in the parks and here the cherries are, all decked out in their once-a-year-fancy dress full bloom and nobody seems to stop and admire them, not stopping to smell the cherries. The blossoms seem more fragrant than last year and fluffier, but maybe that’s my imagination.
On warm spring days a heady blend of blooming and growing things and dirt creates the most delicious perfume, I sniff the air like a wild animal, as if I’ve just regained a sense of smell. When it’s cold you only smell the strongest things. I took a long walk today and passed a large ramen restaurant and walked into a nice warm pork broth scent bath. They’ve started piping jazz music outside the restaurant. Oddly, it sort of made me want to go inside. I don’t even like ramen, but the jazz was attractive. The pseudo Italian family restaurant with the sign outside advertising a ¥299 meat sauce doria smelled good, too. A large supermarket blew deep-fried-scented air from its forceful ventilation system. I craved fish and chips. In the parking lot a little girl was practicing a dance routine, that sort of hip-hop style of dance that’s so popular with little girls. I don’t know what it’s called in Japan.
In a gutter I saw a perfectly nice small cast iron pot with a wooden lid and wanted to rescue it and take it home, but I’ve gotten out of the habit of garbage shopping and it seemed like a vulgar thing to do. Then I saw a chocolate milk container and a pristine red and white Marlboro cigarette package in another gutter, an odd combination. Why am I looking in gutters? I passed a garden with huge daikon radishes lying in the dirt like severed legs. I’ve never seen such large radishes. A woman living in the house adjacent to the garden came out as I walked by and I really wanted to ask her what was up with those enormous leg-radishes. Did she buy fertilizer from nuclear waste affected areas? Not that she would know as they wouldn’t label it. I’ll bet that’s what it is. She knows not to eat the freak nuclear limb vegetables, just in case. As it gets dark the bats come out because the insects that have also come out. The air is a smorgasbord.