Letter No.20 Theory of Relativity

 

They say time has wings. 

In our fast-paced everyday life, it flies by in a blink of an eye. 

On the contrary, 

when you are with Bubu, 

time often flows like a river, 

like a tranquil creek that runs deep into the mountain.

Of course, when you are up against a mountain of house chores and floods of baby care routine, 

your time goes by like a muddy river that violently flows after the day of typhoon. 

But when you are deeply engaged with Bubu, 

like reading his favorite child book in a bright sunlit room in the early morning, 

holding his hands and desperately making funny faces to see his giggly face,

or feeding his formula when rubbing your tired eyes after nightfall,

time passes by slowly and calmly. 

When I got off at Tokyo Station from a bullet train that carried me and Bubu from my hometown,

a flow of fast-walking passengers engulfed us in a flash, 

making us hard to make our way through 

to even reach an exit from the platform. 

I felt like Bubu and I were thrown into a different time dimension. 

Then I saw a happy face of my wife on the same platform,

approaching us with open arms in the crowd of passers-by.

At that moment, Bubu and I were at ease to be back in our slow-flowing mountain creek. 

To be continued...