There are times when, far away from home, all the beans are magic beans, and every single window is an invitation to be born again. These are the moments when traveling costs are as insignificant as brushes and pens are useless, for who can sit still to write amidst such delight? Afternoons spent cascading from well-lit bars into dense Tokyo streets, wine stained chins cutting through the breeze; we found our way into a lush green park where children and their mothers posed for pictures on the path and the birds in the canopy were hysterical and deafening like sirens in the trees. The din from the city grew farther away...
