Notes from this day would be of going and coming, the journey of the journey, in wind and rain, darkness early and late.
I observe my fellow travelers.
A man with thick glasses and a heavy bag steps off the Métro, then quickly jumps back on as the doors close, realizing it’s a stop too soon. A homeless man, one of many, eats bits of bread and sausage spread on a newspaper. He shouts when a fussing child cries and cries.
Someone tells me, « It will become clearer, little by little. »
Master Tozan said, I am always most sincere right here.