A moment in Japan.

It's one of those heart stopping moments. The kind of moments that literally take your breath away. It is like falling in love and like free falling from the sky. You can't breathe or think or feel because every sensory establishment in your entire body is overwhelmed with complete and utter raw happiness, at the sight before your eyes. It is everything you ever dreamed it would be and everything you were told it could be.

You will be seeing Kanji symbols everywhere for a very long time, and rather than dismiss them, you will wonder what they mean and admire their complexity, and delicate strokes. You will hear the jingles of Tokyo trains over Sydney metal forever, because they are not sounds and songs that you could ever forget, or want to.

The tradition and culture has soaked into your delicate, sheltered Australian skin and something about you will never quite be the same again. You have been in an experience that is so unique, and no one can ever take it away from you. In the darkest of days and longest of hours, as you sit at a desk from 9-5, as you cry over broken hearts, as you live your life, and grow old and your life begins to fade, the lights of Tokyo will light up your imagination. They will be as clear as they were tonight in your mind, and you will wish only to be standing back in front of them, watching your breath mist as the cold touches your soul, and wakes you from all the bad dreams you have ever had. You will want to feel the snow flakes stick to your nose and, while you may never be this cold again, you don't care because this experience, this moment, is not one that you would give up for the world. This is the world. You are in it. You love it.

Golden days