Scroll down to the previous blog entry to read part one and as always visit www.arisugawapark.com for the cloud novel in its collated glory. Two revisions so far.
Naturally, there will be one master rewrite and edit before publication of the entire novel. Mountains and rivers without end.
Strange how it all fit together when they met––their body language conveying everything as they ate fragrant sweet miso and grilled eggplant. Eve was in the city for a few days, on humid summer break from teaching life in semi-rural Gunma. Her Canadian and UK friends shed in a well executed ditch, she and Lise slid toward the music.
The percussion obliterating awkward pauses as they nestled in the bark of a gnarled ginko tree, perfect for those of above-average height. Leaning on ancient bark as multi-generational dancers in kimono danced circles, circles, around a swirl of taiko drums and wooden flute. Dances for the departed, the passing of family bones. Then their bones touched and there was a shared pulse of elevated heartbeat, sweat.