Today, scooting past the fields on the way to Machida, I caught the strains of someone practicing the trumpet in the middle of the rice paddies.
And on the way back, I pulled up behind a minivan. A little girl's head popped up in the back window and she grinned and waved at me. I waved back. Another little head, about four years old, popped up. Both giggling, they continued to wave at me and give me the peace sign. A third head popped up, this time a little boy. They started playing rock-paper-scissors remotely. The girl won, then I won.
The light changed.