Tokyo Stories

Love Songs Typhoon Number Six was brushing the coast of Honshu last night, and I was having a problem with fidelity. I'd just got off the phone to Kerry. She sounded depressed in her letter, and didn't sound much better on the phone. She said hearing my voice cheered her up, but I think it reminded her how far away I was. I stood outside and looked at the rain. It was like a sheet had been put up in front of everything. The rain bounced off the roofs of the houses below my seventh floor balcony, the sound almost constant, almost industrial. Out to sea lightning flashed, and the thunder was barely audible above the rain.