I have been listening to 80s music lately. I don’t know why really, but tears for fears, the beastie boys, the police, the cars, Prince. Right now “head over heals” is playing, I’m wearing my $10 urban outfitters aviators, my San Diego Chargers plaid hat, my Felice school t-shirt, Jeans. I’m walking down the path by the kumagawa river. The grass is blowing in the gunma breeze to my left. To the right the river reeds are dried brown in the sun and beginning to fall into heaps, the fate spring rains and wind have dealt them. I fast forward my 80’s playlist to “when doves cry.” There are purple iris in patches upon the other side of the river bank. Small yellows flowers break up the purple clusters. I turn around on the river path. It’s 425. I can see peaks in the distance, some topped with snow. The “Japanese alps.” I feel the heat upon my back as I walk east opposite the now dipping sun. The sky is a pale blue laced with whisps of cloud. I’m walking home.