Hello, and welcome to a Friday.
This was a somewhat unusual day, in that we had a post all written and ready to go before we retired for the evening last night. At the risk of sounding boastful (for we are not), we thought it was actually a delightful little screed, focused on Friday Fun of the prepalicious kind, loaded with all manner of pink and green goodies.
But things happen in far away places while one is sleeping.
Unforeseen events that alter one’s perspective upon greeting a new day.
Technically they are circumstances impacting people we do not know: a Prime Minister in Parliament watching the ceiling shake.
A mother protecting a child, shoppers holding on to each other in a bookstore.
People in temporary shelters.
Yet we disregard that technicality, for the circumstances, and the people seem much closer than Japan.
And we just can’t do the lighthearted.
The chipper and cheery.
The light and frivolous.
Because after the shaking stops.
And the fires are out.
(For surely they must go out?)
The waves aren’t going places unprepared for raging water.
And the waters recede.
Ships will be righted.
Runways will be visible again.
Air traffic control towers won’t be in rushing waters.
Airplanes will be back on dry ground.
As will cars.
People will return to the grocery store.
And feet will once again feel like they are on solid ground.
But the images make it clear, the damage will be catastrophic.
The heartbreak, immense.
So while it sounds trivial, the sentiment is heartfelt: may the sun shine again on the Land of the Rising Sun.