My Park

A year ago this time we were living in Tokyo and I called this'my park.'
Well it wasn't but it was not even five minutes from our apartment. But it was where I went everyday to watch the fishermen, or the school children throw pebbles into the water. It's where I took a book or my cappacino to sit and watch the locals around me on their way home from work school or the grocery.
It became my park, it became my home away from home and I miss it.
I miss city living. I miss the local coffee shops, and the expatriate friends I made there, I miss the International grocery store and bookshop. I miss the sights and sounds of another culture.