I woke up early today because I promised Kat that I wouldn’t be late in going to church in Shibuya. And I wasn’t.
The good thing about being early is not hurrying up and in the process not leaving your wits in corners and edges of the world—sorry, but this is how I define the feeling of being always panicky because of my habitual tardiness. Don’t worry, I’m under self-rehabilitation 
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Anyway, I’m not writing about tardiness. I’m writing about the ice frost that we saw on the kept bushes in my school. Since I am from the tropics, you shouldn’t be surprised at how I reacted to this “phenomenon”, haha. With Kat and ate (big sister) Nor, we took a couple of pictures or so, and that had just made my day brighter, and in a sense warmer.
Yet seeing the frozen granules of water, I realized something: that it’s so silly of us to appreciate things that we rarely see, or in general experience, everyday, yet we ignore those that we are familiar with—and when this familiar thing is suddenly lost, we yearn for it as if it’s the most important thing in the world. An example that applies to me is the sun: I grew up under a sunlit, sun-scorched sky, and sometimes I didn’t really like the humidity and the sweat. But here in Japan I’d always wait for the seemingly timid sun, or pause for a while to feel it’s warmth touch my skin. Humans and their undefinable humanities.
As for me, I have a lot to see, but I won’t leave the everyday scenes that I’ve been used to unnoticed. I’m thrilled to wait for and experience the snow, but I love the sun.
