No matter what lane I decide to take, I always find myself back on that written road. I hit forks in the road, get lucky and find myself on scenic routes, and sometimes I’m lost in the traffic of this modern day fast life, but I always end up on the written road. I don’t want to believe in destiny but arm wrestling the hand of fate is exhausting.

Back in my Nakano days, I use to make runs under these bridges. More often than not, I would have to wait the light for my turn to cross. Deep breathes from the run and my wondering eyes towards the skies would highlight a question in the back of my mind. Where are you going?