A few years ago, I was sitting in the Japanese bullet train
at Kyoto Station.
Two minutes. Two waves. Two meanings.
A month later, I found myself trying to express my feelings
to a friend who was leaving the company we both worked for.
|The next day, of course, I thought of many things I could have and should
In the end though, I realized that my wave had probably said it all, and much more.
So, I picked up my guitar and wrote the words I couldn't say:
Now we're leaving Singapore, our fifth move in six years.