I woke up at 8 AM today to the sound of my mother’s voice, telling me that they were going to talk about a big earthquake in Japan on the news. She told me it was big. I rolled out of my bed and stumbled across my windowless room, the darkness lingering on my black robe as I climbed up the stairs to face TV light against skylight. Buildings trembled, as a colorless, ominous force gnawed at their foundations, and wave water ran across the land like black paint spills across a canvas, just simply eating things.
My emotions don’t always make it to my face, but as I watched, I felt it inside, insides churning below a crying heart below a speechless mind. I’m not there, so I can’t completely understand what it’s like, but Japan, my heart goes out to you.