My First Day in Japan

I went back to my new home. It was dark now and softly raining. On the small and narrow cul-de sac that is my street there was a man with an open backed truck selling fruit and vegetables and eggs and noodles: under the hum and glow of bulbs run by a small generator I bought a store. Standing by the zinc counter of the kitchen I ate delicious strawberries and boiled eggs. I got out the 2 narrow futon matresses and set up a bed in the upstairs tatami room. The house was damp. I opened the windows wide and closed the rice paper screens and listened to the rain and let the green rice mat smell seep into my pores. I dreamed that I was grass.