Thursday, April 27, 2006
Tomoko smiled. A nostalgic, intimate smile, like a treasured old possession pulled out of the back of a drawer. Her eyes narrowed in an utterly charming way. She reached out and, with her long, slim fingers, gently mussed her already tousled hair. It was such a sudden yet natural gesture that I could only return the smile. In the instant Tomoko touched her hair, I fell in love, like crossing a field and bang! a bolt of lightning zapped me right in the head. Something akin to an artistic revelation, grounded in seat 54A.