That night, a rock concert and the staging of the new year in Chiang-kai Shek Memorial Plaza. She imagines boarding an airplane home, crossing time zones and meridians to meet him again. In the morning, telecasts of celebrations in the States. Times Square, a falling ball of light, and the tradition of kissing strangers. One morning, I ride the El into the city.
Business men crowd the aisles with briefcases.
Raincoats, umbrellas, sweat. I look up from his letter long enough to rest my eyes out the window. In Kyoto, it is tomorrow. Haru, the commencement of a new season. The train plunges beneath ground, that shift from light to dark - the speed of a single film frame.